[While he'd normally want to brush comments like those aside, ignoring them because it would be easier for them both in the future, Harry can't help but analyze what that means now. He does enjoy Eggsy's company, it's more than that, and he'd thought he'd been doing what was right by pretending that he felt nothing.

Now, though, he doesn't know what to think or how to feel.]

I've waited my entire life to meet you. [He arches a brow, corner of his mouth twisting.] And it's been a considerable number of years.

[Harry releases Eggsy's wrist, and inhales deeply before pushing up the sleeve of his robe and shirt, turning his hand over. He doesn't consider, even for a second, hiding it from Eggsy.]

And you've been so close all this time.

[All of his worries, whether Eggsy will be disappointed or pleased, are all forgotten the moment he lays his arm on the table beside Eggsy's. Exactly the same, a few minutes before those numbers play across every clock and watch in his home.]