[Bruce's warmth starts to seep into him, his hands warm, the embrace filled with understanding and compassion. Eggsy knows that what he's saying is true, he does, but can't seem to quite get it to sink in. He still feels guilty, because he's safe, so safe right here with Bruce. Yet there are other people that deserve it more.]

Ever feel like all this is a dream, Bruce?

[He's mumbling now, eyes drooping shut as a different kind of fog creeps around the edges.]

The ship. Livin' here. Knowin' each other? Thought maybe I'd died or somethin'. [He huffs out a soft breath.] Fuck, 's only way to make sense of anythin'.