[ thomas' eyes open slowly, breath coming hard and fast for long moments even after the aftershocks have stopped making his stomach clench. he squeezes eggsy's hand again, this time more gently, searching eggsy's gaze.
no one has a right to look as good as eggsy does like that, he thinks. ]
no subject
no one has a right to look as good as eggsy does like that, he thinks. ]
Come up here.