Gregor finds himself half reaching out before he stops, stock still, curling his fingers into his palm and staring hard at Eggsy's face, something like panic starting to bleed into his eyes. He quashes it as effectively as he can, both his hands tightening into fists.
"Do I know you?" he says, not quite steadily, wracking his brain for anything other than the gut-deep glimmer of recognition that he can't quite place. He sucks in a sharp breath. "I do, don't I. I--what ship?" The slightest bit of desperation sharpens his voice.
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Gregor finds himself half reaching out before he stops, stock still, curling his fingers into his palm and staring hard at Eggsy's face, something like panic starting to bleed into his eyes. He quashes it as effectively as he can, both his hands tightening into fists.
"Do I know you?" he says, not quite steadily, wracking his brain for anything other than the gut-deep glimmer of recognition that he can't quite place. He sucks in a sharp breath. "I do, don't I. I--what ship?" The slightest bit of desperation sharpens his voice.
"What are you talking about?"