Gregor inhales sharply when Eggsy leans in against him but his arms curl around Eggsy's back without hesitation, the solid warmth of him drawing the breath from his lungs in a shaky sigh. His spine goes taut again when Eggsy's lips find his cheek, feeling it flush under that contact, his lips parting.

"Oh," he says, as though Eggsy had just answered a question he'd asked, his eyes still a little wide. This was crazy--this whole situation was crazy, let alone him doing something like tightening his grip on a strange boy in his office in the middle of the Residence and turning to kiss him, just a soft, careful press of lips, but he does it anyway, some of the tension melting out of him as he just holds on for a moment. His breath is a little fast when he draws back again, looking only slightly dazed.

"All right," he says, not quite steadily. "...all right. How do we get back, then?"