Nov 25, 2021
"We can't solve every problem in the world with cocktails," Harry says grumpily, but James only looks at him like he's said something immensely stupid.
"Well, have you tried? Try, at least."
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"We can't solve every problem in the world with cocktails," Harry says grumpily, but James only looks at him like he's said something immensely stupid.
"Well, have you tried? Try, at least."
“Rox!”
“If I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought Harry was ritually sacrificing a goat in there,” Roxy continues, adding, in a thoughtful voice, “Then again, you never really know with Harry, do you?”
“Alright, that’s it. I’m hanging up,” Eggsy says. “I changed my mind, I don’t wanna have no heartfelt conversation with you no more. And I’m cancelling our plans for Tuesday as well.”
Despite having been on the line throughout, Merlin takes the opportunity to greet Harry, who acquires a cracked tibia, several broken ribs and a black eye in an admirable combat roll landing from a third floor window with “Jesus man, that’s what safewords are for,” and Harry manages to thoroughly derail him from laughing at his own joke with a scoffed “please, they’re for when you actually want to stop.”
“Taking a holiday, are we?” he says, voice wry and amused. “Bit presumptuous of you, innit?”
“Yes, well, we’re here. We might as well enjoy it. Have you ever seen the Costa Brava, the Côte d'Azur, Amalfi?
Eggsy laughs, low and warm. Harry tips his head down from regarding the heavens and meets his sardonic gaze. “Yeah, Harry, sure, that’s what me and the lads spent our hols doing. Yachting around the bloody Med.”
"You think I don't already know you's a fucking weirdo, Harry?"
"Well," Harry says. He blinks up at Eggsy with his big Bambi eyes, the kind he always gets after he fucks someone up and is trying to appear unassuming and kindly.
Harry said, “I’m in charge. I’ll do what I like.”
“Ah. So it’s not allowed, then.”
“Not technically.”
It’s crossed Eggsy’s mind before that Harry is, actually, a final test sprung from Merlin’s devious mind.
Eggsy tries not to roll his eyes, keeps his face pleasant and relaxed when he hisses into Harry’s ear, “Fuck off.” The answering roll of laughter is laced with warmth and good humour. Harry is enjoying himself, Eggsy realizes.