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.
‘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.
[ 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 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). ]
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." ]
[ 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.
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. ]
Henry. [ he says it simply, like it explains everything. for him, it does. ] He told me to stop fucking about — and then he gave me the chance to do something else.
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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.
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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.]
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‘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.
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Not that tough.
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What’d you mean?
[ As he sits, he catches Bellamy’s arm surprisingly gently. ]
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I'm only tough because the world I'm from didn't give me any choice.
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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). ]
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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.
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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." ]
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It's not sentimental. It's the truth.
[But that's a lie. Bellamy is absolutely a sentimental twat.]
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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. ]
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Sounds like someone else I know.
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They sound handsome.
[ :') ]
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[ nope, certainly not currently wearing a hideous hat, courtesy of his best mate, while falling asleep on his other best mate. ]
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You want to tell me about Roxy?
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She's the best. [ he says simply 'cause it is that simple. ] At everything.
[ at Kingsman, at being a good friend. ]
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[ god, she really is the best, isn’t she? he already misses her. ]
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[ mumbling — ] You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.
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Try me.
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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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Henry. [ he says it simply, like it explains everything. for him, it does. ] He told me to stop fucking about — and then he gave me the chance to do something else.