[Eggsy both loves and hates that Bruce would do anything to save the life of someone he cares about, for obvious reasons. He didn't actually mean to make Bruce upset, it'd slipped out. He shakes his head, tightening his grip on Bruce's arm.]

Alright, yeah. Let's go to the transporter.

[He still doesn't move to go anywhere, eyes on Bruce as he tries not to think of a hundred different scenarios waiting for them when they make their way back. Eggsy slides his hand down to Bruce's, squeezing once before lifting their hands and turning. He rests Bruce's palm against the back of his neck.]

Gotta make 'em think you own me and don't like me at all, yeah? You can hold tight, just, don't let go.