Eggsy couldn't wait for extraction; it was disgustingly humid, their information had been outdated and the illegal forgery operation had already moved, and the shit kicking he'd gotten getting out of this jungle was the last straw. He wanted nothing more than to shower and sleep for a week. Stomping through the foliage in a rather abused suit, ready to flatten the next thing that delayed his return, Eggsy was in a foul mood. Thankfully the rest of the trip to the extraction point was uneventful, he didn't need another lecture from Merlin about blowing things up, they was on the edge of takin away his explosives as it were. The shower on the plane was tiny, but it did the job, and Eggsy was on a downward slide from mad to exhausted as he threw on trackies and a shirt. He quickly inventoried his injuiries for his handler, flopped face first into the sofa, and was asleep before he hit the cushions.
Eggsy woke to warmth against his side and gentle fingers combing through his hair. He turned his head a little more and cracked open an eye, shit he was sore. Roxy was sitting beside him. "morning sleepy head, you're back at HQ, I was sent me to make sure you didn't expire on the sofa." Eggsy peeled himself up slowly and rolled his shoulders. "c'mon, we'll you cleared from medical and get you into the therapy tub. Merlin said he'll accept your debrief from there." Eggsy grunted and scrubbed his hands across his face. Didn't want to go to medical, but the tub sounded nice. He sighed again and got to his feet, if he didn't move soon she'd threaten to have Tequila carry him. Eggsy might one day allow bein carried in private, but the day agent Galahad had to be carried out would be the day he died. Rox knew this, which was part of why it was an effective threat. Not having to walk did sound nice though.
Getting moving helped, and he was a fair bit more limber by the time they made it to medical. After giving some blood, getting a bottle of meds, and bein diagnosed with cracked ribs, a couple sprains, and plenty of contusions, they sent him off to the tub. Mandatory two weeks downtime, he grimaced, they didn't have enough agents for that, but only Arthur could override a decision from medical. He'd go nuts soon enough but right now that sounded not too bad. Rox stuck him in the tub, put the jets on a gentle setting, and left to fetch clean pjs after reminding him not to fall asleep and drown. He flipped her the bird as she left and she laughed. She was sassy as fuck but they worked well together and he was grateful to have a friend like her. Eggsy slouched down further into the tub and tapped his glasses, may as well get that debrief over.
Roxy ran into Tequila on her way back to the tub and braced herself a little. "Lancelot, I heard Galahad's mission went to shit, he doin alright?" She felt herself flush a little, sighed internally at her reaction, and smiled back. "grumpy and sore, medical benched him for minimum two weeks due to cracked ribs. He's going to be a terror once he's rested up." Agent Tequila had proved to be a valuable asset, and despite rough edges and an impressive wild streak, was turning out to have a good bit of gentleman in him. Roxy was definitely partial to him, attractiveness and delicious accent aside. "He seems the type to rush it a little, we all are a little. I'm sure you have him well in hand, but let me know if y'all need a hand keepin him distracted." She knew Eggsy enjoyed spending time with him and had, at the very least, a crush on the larger man. "I'm sure he would love that. We have a movie night Friday at my place if you're around. After that I'm out to Estonia for the week and I'll definitely take you up on your offer. Fair warning, Eggsy can turn into a little shit around people he likes."
Tequila laughs and accepts the offer, and they go their separate ways. He's stuck on a few tidbits of information, turning them around and around in his mind, they all fit together like a puzzle, but he's not sure he's got all the pieces. He continues down the hall, but changes his destination. The gym is where he needs to be right now. He needs to think and his mind runs best when his body is busy. Eggsy would love spending more time with him. He's likely to be a little shit because he likes Tequila. An invitation to Roxy's personal apartment for what sounds like her and Eggsy's standing date night. He remembers her large collection of westerns in Eggsy's picture. Roxy's perpetual flush around him and Eggsy's statement that American accents drive her nuts.
He grabs some hand wraps for later and starts with the weights. A perfunctory warm-up later and the hint of burn in his muscles feels good. Part of it sounds like they like him as a person, part sounds like they're attracted to the traits that make him exotic here, all of it definitely points to them wantin to sleep with him. They're both trustworthy, no debate there. He'd happily sleep with both of em, no debate there either. Something about it feels off though, not quite their motives but its related. When he moves on to a punching bag and shadow boxing he still has no answer, but he knows that it'll come. He's in the gym showers when it all finally comes together, and he stands there processing for at least five minutes. He'd enjoy being with them any way they'll have him, he doesn't mind if it's just a one off in the name of good fun, but he really hopes they want him for him. He does feel more settled now that he's got it figured, but this one's gonna have to percolate in his brain for a bit. He actually cares why they want to sleep with him, that's new.