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They landed in London and a rather plain white car met them at the private airport's gate. Eggsy slid in after Harry and smiled at the older man. "Home?"

"I should report to Kingsman."

"No need," Merlin said into both of their ears.

Eggsy knew he, at least, needed to go into the offices but he wanted to get Harry home anyway – there was bags under the older man's eyes that were not normally there and he wanted to make sure Harry didn't overdo it when he'd only just got him home.

"Are you quite sure?" Harry asked.

"Positive," Merlin said firmly. "I shall see you both on Monday."

"Monday?" Harry said, voice dripping with disbelief.

"Monday," Merlin said. "The doctors will be in to check you over on Monday. They have signed off on your ability to come back to work as Arthur from the tests run in Kentucky but they want to see you Monday about when you should start."

"I could start now."

"Monday and not one day before," Merlin said firmly.

Harry agreed and turned to look out of the window for the ride towards his house.

"Galahad," Merlin continued in the younger man's ear. "I have had the documents that need signing delivered to Harry's house. The driver will wait for them. If they are returned today you may move your mother and sister in tomorrow."

"Thanks, Merlin."

Harry turned sharply and looked at Eggsy.

"The documents for me flat are at your house. If I give them to the driver I can go and get me mum sorted out in the house tomorrow."

"I see."

"We shall have Kingsman movers on hand," Merlin said. "I will be in touch tomorrow."

"Later, Merlin."

"Galahad, Arthur," Merlin said, signing off.

"I'm looking forward to getting them both out of Gary's flat."

"Understandably."

"She never should have taken up with that git."

"He is the father of Daisy."

"Only good thing he ever did."

"How do you propose to get her out of his house?"

"Only have to tell her we have somewhere else to be. She hates his guts to but he's connected, yeah? So, he's always had his boys around to make sure she don't go thinking she can leave. I tried to get her out before but I've never had much skill at keeping my nose clean. I ain't fucking up the Kingsman and I'm not letting him treat her like crap anymore. Neither of us deserve it."

"No, you do not."

Eggsy smiled. "So, I'll go and get her tomorrow."

"The Kingsman accommodations come fully furnished."

"Yeah, but Merlin said he'd send movers along anyway. We'll get her settled and I'll still be back for tea."

"Back for tea?" Harry asked, a note of surprise in his voice. "You still intend to stay with me?"

"Of course," Eggsy said with a smile.

Harry returned the smile weakly and turned back to the window.

Eggsy sighed silently – for a moment he had thought things were back to how they had been but the other man was still distant.

They arrived at Harry's house a few minutes later and Eggsy slipped out of the car to collect the bags.

"I can take my bag," Harry said.

"It's all good, I'm balanced."

Harry looked at him, nodded, and turned for the house.

Eggsy frowned and followed him in. There was an envelope with his name on it just inside the door and he put the bags down before he scooped it up. Harry immediately grabbed his bag and headed for the stairs.

"I will do that."

"There is no need," Harry said shortly and headed up the stairs.

Eggsy stared at his back as Harry walked stiffly up the stairs. He heard the car still running outside and walked into the kitchen for a pen to fill out his paperwork. He slipped the paperwork back into the envelope, pocketed the keys, and gave the envelope to the driver.

When he went back inside Harry was in the kitchen, boiling the kettle.

"Tea?"

"Sure, I suppose I'm gonna have to get used to drinking it if I'm going to be a gentleman and all."

"You are already a gentleman, Eggsy."

Eggsy shrugged.

"But I shall make you a cup of tea regardless."

"Thanks."

"Did you sign the papers?"

"Yeah, now I've got a place for Mum and Daisy."

"And yourself."

Eggsy shrugged. "No rush."

Harry turned his back on Eggsy and reached up to get two cups from the cupboard.

"You don't have to stay here. You have your own accommodation now, you could move in there."

"I would prefer to be here."

"I do not need looking after," Harry snapped as roughly as Eggsy thought he was capable.

"I know that. Jesus, the first time I met you, you beat the living shit out of a group of right fuckers with an umbrella. Even if the umbrella was tricked out that's massively badass. I know you don't need looking after. But you were shot in front of my face and I want to…I don't know, make sure you don't fucking disappear."

"Oh," Harry said, looking down at the tea cups.

"But, I can go someplace else if you want. I just wanted to be here to help if you needed it. I know you don't need looking after and even when you did it made no difference."

"No difference?"

Eggsy shrugged, knowing he'd said too much. "Nothing."

"Eggsy."

"It ain't nothing, Harry."

Harry nodded and turned back to the tea. "Shall we take tea in the sitting room?"

Eggsy shrugged. "Sure."

"I don't believe I have any food in the house to offer you."

"You do," Merlin said, in their ear.

"Want me to make us something?" Eggsy offered. "I…well, ya see, I like to cook."

Harry smiled. "I never learned, so yes, I would appreciate something to eat."

Eggsy smiled and walked towards the fridge.

Harry grabbed his arm. "Merlin, call if you wish to speak to us again tonight." Harry pulled his earbud out and pulled off his glasses. He held his hand out for Eggsy's and the younger man immediately removed them and dropped them in Harry's hand.

"What would you like to eat?" Eggsy asked, not moving away from Harry's hand on his arm.

"Eggsy," Harry said, running his hand down Eggsy's arm.

"Yeah?" Eggsy said, forcing his voice to be as normal as possible.

"Anything you like," Harry said, looking at Eggsy with an odd expression.

Eggsy licked his lips and nodded. "Okay."

Harry left Eggsy, dropping the tech in a drawer, and pulling out another pair of glasses.

"Mine are prescription," he offered walking over to Eggsy. "I might not be much of a chef but I can chop as needed."

"Excellent," Eggsy said, pulling an armful of fresh food from the fridge. "I'm making frittata."

"Sounds perfect."

Harry stood next to Eggsy at the counter, his elbow catching against the younger man's side every time he cut into the vegetables Eggsy had handed him. As he slid the dish into the oven Harry's hand landed between Eggsy's shoulder blades.

"Harry?"

"I do believe I understand now."

"Understand?" Eggsy asked, voice a little more uneven than he'd like.

"Turn around, Eggsy."

Eggsy turned, looking up at Harry.

Harry crowded Eggsy back into the cupboard next to his oven.

"Harry?" Eggsy questioned, trying to ignore the sudden jump in his heartbeat and hoping Harry wouldn't notice.

"Why did you stay with me in Kentucky?"

Eggsy licked his lips. "You were hurt."

"Why did you follow me to Kingsman that first day?" Harry asked, tilting his head closer to Eggsy.

"You're completely BAMF."

Harry smirked. "BAMF?"

"It's a thing," Eggsy said, mouth completely dry.

"And why are you making me frittata?" Harry said, thumb rubbing at Eggsy's hip.

"You're hungry…" Eggsy finished, voice cocking up high at the end.

Harry smiled down at him and pressed in close until Eggsy could feel the heat of the older man's breath on his cheek. "And why wouldn't me needing help have made a difference?"

Eggsy blinked slowly, looking up into Harry's eyes. He wanted nothing more than to take off Harry's glasses and snog the man senseless. "Because you would still be you even if you weren't a Kingsman."

Harry smiled and pressed close, his lips moving firmly against Eggsy's. Eggsy threw his arms around Harry and yanked him closer, swallowing a moan from the other man that had the hand on his hip tightening. Harry licked his way into Eggsy's mouth, nipping at his bottom lip as he pressed deeper. Eggsy groaned, rocking his hips as he slid his hand into Harry's soft hair. He traced the line of his scar and deepened the kiss wanting to be even closer to Harry.

Harry pulled back from the kiss, his glasses off-kilter on his nose. "I did believe it was just me," Harry said quietly.

"Nah, if you had have taken me someplace private I would have jumped you that first day."

Harry laughed. "Really?"

"That fucking suit and your face and what you did with the goddamn umbrella. Harry, I wanted to suck you off in the pub."

Harry looked down and stepped back but Eggsy wouldn't let him go.

"Harry…"

"We should move this into the sitting room."

Eggsy nodded, reaching for Harry's hand and tugging the man out of the kitchen.

Harry tugged him to a stop in the foyer. Eggsy turned to look at his with a cocked eyebrow – doubts pushing at him.

"Was it simply when you first met me?"

"Hell, Harry," Eggsy said, looking around with embarrassment – he didn't know how to even say how much he wanted. He knew he needed to say something though. "I wanna cook dinner with you and keep your icicle feet warm when we watch TV and shit."

Harry laughed.

"It's…" Eggsy started to defend.

Harry kissed Eggsy and pushed the younger man towards the stairs. "Harry?"

"Bed."

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