[Eggsy watches Bruce as he checks the cut, some of that fog clearing when Bruce cups his face. He trusts Bruce with his life and he knows that the man can protect him, but he can't seem to snap out of it.]
You've got me?
[His vision blurs, and he blinks a few times, face scrunching up as he abruptly pulls away. Eggsy grabs the clothes, movements stilted, roughly shoving his legs into the sweats and tugging the shirt down over his head. He can't describe the feeling that's making it hard for him to catch his breath, but it's the whiplash, he thinks. One moment he was about to be sold off again and now he's within a foot of a man who cares about him and he's safe. By all accounts, he should be happy, at least starting to feel better.]
Bruce.
[Eggsy swipes the back of his hand across his forehead, fingers combing through his messy hair. He turns back towards him with a huff, sitting down beside him. He only hesitates a moment before he leans to the side, into Bruce, eyes shut, arms circling him.]
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You've got me?
[His vision blurs, and he blinks a few times, face scrunching up as he abruptly pulls away. Eggsy grabs the clothes, movements stilted, roughly shoving his legs into the sweats and tugging the shirt down over his head. He can't describe the feeling that's making it hard for him to catch his breath, but it's the whiplash, he thinks. One moment he was about to be sold off again and now he's within a foot of a man who cares about him and he's safe. By all accounts, he should be happy, at least starting to feel better.]
Bruce.
[Eggsy swipes the back of his hand across his forehead, fingers combing through his messy hair. He turns back towards him with a huff, sitting down beside him. He only hesitates a moment before he leans to the side, into Bruce, eyes shut, arms circling him.]
'M sorry.