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[ Ooooh, wow, standing without Bellamy is not as easy as it should be. Eggsy abruptly shifts to lean against the outer wall of the apartment. Better.

Briefly, he thinks about James coddling him after the ball, Thomas giving in to his pestering, Dutch pushing him through the door of his flat, Monty telling him exactly how one distracts themselves from being sad — getting utterly foxed with someone awfully pretty, wasn't it?

Why the actual fuck did he ring the one person who would make him deal with his problems again? (besides Harry, of course, but that was never an option). ]

Mate, I can barely stand. [ which is a bullshit answer, even if it's true. ] Control ain't the watchword. [ He moves to card a hand through his hair and knocks off his hat in the process. ] That's why I rang you instead of literally anyone else.

[Bellamy opens the door and then leans down to scoop up the hat, offering it back to Eggsy. He's not... quite following.]

Why's that?

Thanks. [ oh, now he says thanks. He doesn’t move to go through the door, just looking at Bellamy for a minute. Too long probably. ] Because you do — this. You don’t let me just do stupid shit.

Like when I told you about the Madam’s experiment — drug test, I mean. [ experiment still sounds worse. ] Everyone else just, like, coddles me. Or, y’know, they’re all — [ He winks, embarrassing as ever. ] — but there’s no bullshit with you.

[Oh. That.]

Coddling's never fixed anything for me.

[And, since Eggsy still looks like he's about to keel over, Bellamy takes his arm again to lead him inside.]

[ bless bellamy blake ]

‘Course not. You’re fuckin’ — [ searching for the phrase, searching, seaching... he puts all of his (not insignificant) weight on bellamy for a second before he realises what he’s doing. ] — tough as nails. Yeah.

[Bellamy clears his throat, voice going a bit more quiet as he guides Eggsy to the couch.]

Not that tough.

[ listen, he’s not all there right now, but he feels the shift. It’s hard to process presently, and he chalks part of it up to Clark being asleep nearby, yet — ]

What’d you mean?

[ As he sits, he catches Bellamy’s arm surprisingly gently. ]

[It's partially because of Clarke, sure, but not entirely. He doesn't pull away from Eggsy, and after a second, sits down beside him.]

I'm only tough because the world I'm from didn't give me any choice.

[ Oh, that's a familiar feeling. ]

With sending you to the ground.

[ It's a statement, though it ticks up at the end like a question. He realises he doesn't know altogether too much about Bellamy, which is slightly purposeful — he avoids too many personal questions, lest he start feeling like he owes people the same level of honesty (one he can't provide). ]

[He nods.]

The Ark wasn't much better. Clarke and I had been on rations all our lives, until we got here.

[But the point isn't to make Eggsy feel bad for him.]

You're good with people, Eggsy. You put them at ease. You're tough, too, just in a different way than I am. [Bellamy hesitates, then clarifies:] A better way. You're not going to screw up.

[ Rations, Jesus Christ. He leans over to settle his head on Bellamy's shoulder. Maybe that's a bit needy, or a little reassuring. ]

God, Bellamy, you can't just say shit like that. [ About the Ark, about Eggsy. For his part, it's said with a resigned fondness. ] You sentimental twat.

[ that's "thanks, your respect means a lot to me." ]

[He loops an arm around Eggsy's shoulders easily. Apparently he doesn't find it too needy.]

It's not sentimental. It's the truth.

[But that's a lie. Bellamy is absolutely a sentimental twat.]

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[ The odds of him falling asleep in this cheeky cuddle session are high js. ]

Whatever. You're tough. [ a beat. ] And sentimental as shit.

[ which is pretty impressive, when the world forced him to be tough. Belatedly, Eggsy realises the same line of thinking applies to himself. ]

[Eggsy gets a rare, wry smile, though he likely can't see it.]

Sounds like someone else I know.

[ No, he can't, especially when his eyes are fluttering closed. ]

They sound handsome.

[ :') ]

Like the kind of people who don't wear ridiculous hats.

Wouldn't dream of it.

[ nope, certainly not currently wearing a hideous hat, courtesy of his best mate, while falling asleep on his other best mate. ]

[Uh huh. Sure thing, Eggsy.]

You want to tell me about Roxy?

[ what can he say about roxy, when so much of their intimacy is built on secrets? they can't have shared what they did, when their faux backgrounds differ. ]

She's the best. [ he says simply 'cause it is that simple. ] At everything.

[ at Kingsman, at being a good friend. ]

Everything? Did she have better taste in hats?

Oi. [ if he wasn’t comfortable and was feeling more coordinated, an arm punch would be in bellamy’s future. ] I’ll have you know that she got me this hat ‘cause she knows I love this shit, even if she wouldn’t be caught dead in it.

[ god, she really is the best, isn’t she? he already misses her. ]

She sounds pretty impressive. How'd you meet her?

[ ruh-roh. ]

[ mumbling — ] You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

[Bellamy immediately assumes it's a ridiculous story.]

Try me.

[ they have a cover. he’d prefer not to use it now, out of respect for bellamy — and roxy, too.

it doesn’t do her justice. ]

You can ask her when she wakes up. [ though he doesn’t believe she will anytime soon. he shifts slightly. ] Ask me something else. Promise I’ll tell.

[ THIS IS YOUR ONE (1) TRUTH. ASK WISELY. ]

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