[Armin's heart overflows like a storm in a teacup. He kisses back, never pushing it for it to be more than chaste. He draws in a ragged, stumbling breath once the kiss is over. He traces the line of Eggsy's cheek with his knuckles.]
Okay. [Again, softer:] Okay.
I think I'll walk down to the beach. [Armin pulls away, looking around for the exit.]
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Okay. [Again, softer:] Okay.
I think I'll walk down to the beach. [Armin pulls away, looking around for the exit.]