"You will need to recuperate for at least three days here before returning to England, Mr Deer. You should also visit a doctor before departing to ensure you are strong enough."

Eggsy bit down on the desire to laugh in the doctor's face – he liked this doctor. He had organised a room at the 21C Museum Hotel which, according to his research, was the best but he didn't hold out much hope that either of them would be using it.

"I would appreciate your help, Eggsy," the doctor said, turning to look at him.

"Of course," Eggsy agreed immediately. Harry looked at him. "I've got a hotel room all organised."

"Excellent, and you need to monitor him closely."

"I won't take my eyes off him," Eggsy promised. "What do I need to do to keep him healthy?"

"Don't let him go to hate churches."

"I shall not be attending another such establishment," Harry told her, fiddling with his tie.

"Good," she made a few notes on the chart and smiled at Harry. "I will be back in a few minutes with a set of instructions for you both. Then we can finalise your release."

"I appreciate your assistance, Doctor." Harry told her with a small smile.

"It's not every day I have such dapper patients."

"Thank you, Doctor."

She smiled at him and left the room.

"A hotel room, Eggsy?"

"You were shot in the head, Harry. Even if it only did 'minor' damage it's still a head wound so I booked a room in case I could convince you to take it easy."

"I will, of course, follow doctor's orders. A gentleman should always take the advice of someone who is more knowledgeable than himself."

"'Course."

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Eggsy opened the door to the room and watched, helplessly, as Harry walked through the door. The older man had been uncomfortably unsteady on his feet. Eggsy understood – the head wound had done more damage than leaving the older man with a curving scar across his temple. The nurse had warned Eggsy that Harry would be unsteady, wouldn't be able to walk for long stretches, and may experience vertigo. It would be the end of Harry's ability to be out in the field – to be Galahad, he just hoped that Harry would think of Arthur has a worthy consolation.

"I do believe that the hotel room was a wise choice, Eggsy."

"I'm just glad you agreed to come here," Eggsy said, wanting to reach out and wrap his hand around Harry's elbow so that he could help the other man. He didn't think Harry would appreciate it though.

"Help him," Roxy said into his ear.

"He doesn't want me to," Eggsy hissed back quietly.

"At least offer."

Eggsy was tempted to take off his glasses and make a face at her but he felt he should resist those urges now that he was a Kingsman. "Harry…"

"I'm going to sit down," Harry told him. "Then you can see if you can find me a cup of tea. You shouldn't assume someone doesn't want assistance."

"Fuckin' hell, Roxy," Eggsy grumbled as he walked into the room's kitchen and found tea and a kettle.

"I would have offered before," she told him, her voice completely devoid of sympathy. "A Kingsman always offers assistance."

"When Harry says that he says gentleman."

"I'm a lady, Eggsy," Roxy told him. "In case you're having an issue working out incredibly obvious things."

Eggsy huffed.

"He's not going to want bag tea."

Eggsy looked down at the tea bag in his hand with confusion.

"Tea is supposed to be in leaf form." Roxy explained.

Eggsy knew that tea came from leaves but he had not fucking idea what Roxy was talking about. "What the fuck?"

Roxy laughed in his ear. "Never mind."

Eggsy grumbled about her silently and took the mug of tea back to Harry who accepted it without pause.

"Thank you, Eggsy."

Eggsy nodded but didn't speak, thinking over the stilted walk to the car when he'd reached for Harry but the other man had pulled away. Eggsy had pushed the desire to help away while he watched Harry struggle into the back of the car, watched him walk awkwardly into the hotel. He wondered now if Harry had even pulled away or if he knew that Eggsy had been offering him help.

"Harry…"

"Yes, Eggsy?"

"Why did you call me Gary?" Eggsy paused; it hadn't been the question he had meant to ask.

"It is your name and one day, if you decide you want someone to call you Gary, you can count on me."

"That's not why you called me Gary."

"I wanted to know how it would sound."

"And?"

"I prefer Eggsy."

Eggsy smiled. "I prefer Galahad."

"It is a good name."

"I'm not really up with Arthurian legend, me, who was Galahad?"

"Galahad was the purest of the knights."

Eggsy laughed. "I ain't pure. Not sure I can take the name."

"And what makes you think I will give it up so easily?"

"Me mum loved that show Merlin that was on a couple of years ago, right. So, if I'm going to work for the Kingsman I want an Arthur I can believe in, like the guy in that show made his knights believe in him."

Harry smiled at him. "And who do you believe should be in such a role?"

"You."

"Merlin has seniority over me," Harry explained, voice quiet.

Eggsy watched him closely; he was beginning to look pale again. "Merlin likes his computers too much."

"And I am trained for field work."

"I can be your weapon in the field."

"My Galahad."

"Exactly."

"And what makes you think I would be a suitable Arthur?"

"You picked me, didn't ya? You're just what that place needs."

Harry smirked at him, lips widening slowly. "That's your gauge?"

"I would trust you with my life, me family's life too, and that's something, innit?"

"Yes, indeed, that is something, Galahad."

Eggsy laughed. "That was a bit strange."

Harry inclined his head in agreement. "I shall continue to call you Eggsy except in official situations."

Eggsy smiled. "I'd like that." Eggsy settled on the sofa next to Harry and flicked the TV on. "You know right, that anything you need, I'll do."

"I appreciate your assistance."

"No matter what it is, yeah? Just ask. And if asking is hard then just let me do it."

Harry nodded, agreeing.

"Do you want to lie down?" Eggsy asked as Harry listed on the sofa.

"Yes."

Eggsy stood up and held out a hand to Harry. The older man took it and allowed Eggsy to hold him until he found his balance.

"I am able to get to bed without assistance." Harry reassured him.

"I'm just going to come along anyway."

"Of course you will, Eggsy."

Eggsy followed Harry into one of the bedrooms and helped him remove his shoes before he slipped into bed. He left Harry to sleep and settled on the floor outside of his bedroom so that he could keep an ear on the other man. He had promised the doctor after all.

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