He does go out eventually, of course, several times, although he grouses the whole way through each one as if he's being frogmarched to his execution instead of going for a nice walk in what Julian reminds him severely is the most beautiful place on earth.
"It's not even raining. Your hair's safe."
"It's not raining yet," Harry says ominously, peering at the dark clouds gathering behind some mountains at the horizon like they might suddenly decide to rush over and piss on him as a prank. Really he doesn't mind very much at all; it's just that complaining about any kind of exercise has become almost a personality trait these days, a habit like fingernail-chewing. He can count on half the boys at school looking over at him in barely-contained eagerness during every P.E. class now because they know he'll have some kind of withering comment to make about the kind of men who deliberately choose a career teaching teenage boys to throw beanbags at a target drawn in chalk on a pavement. For all he claims not to give a single shit about what people think of him, especially the smug little turds at school, he actually cares acutely: not what they think of him, but that they do think of him, and do it often. Hideous, really, but addictions are tricky, even the fucking stupid ones, and Harry Hart is the egotist equivalent of a sixty a day smoker.
"You ought to be wearing a kilt," he says suddenly, and Julian turns to look down at him from the rocks he's climbing, his mouth lifting at one side with slightly baffled amusement.
"So I could put my hand up it."
"You've perked up a bit."
"Yes, because I accidentally thought about you in a kilt and how I'd like to put my hand up it."
Final chapter on Ao3 here!
Or read from the beginning here.
One tiny epilogue to come probably tomorrow night and then the Flame Keepers series is F I N I S H E D. This is the first thing I ever wrote for KM fandom (I meant to write quick PWP filth to get it out of my system and it accidentally turned into a 66K saga plus everything else I wrote after it, oops) and I’m still stupidly fond of the whole ridiculous thing - hope you get a kick out of it if you’ve not seen it yet :D There’s a sword fight!