[harry supposes he could have foregone the pressed trousers and button-down, though he has skipped out on the blazer and gun holsters. it's not exactly his red robe but it is dressed down to a degree for him. still, christmas would have been a good excuse and it's absolutely why he's overlooking eggsy's dishevelment right now. he's even refrained from bringing up the eyesore at the gala or the sweater he's wearing right now, content instead to just make this as best a morning as he can.
and he's especially determined not to let his guilt get in the way of trying to make this a better christmas than eggsy has had in previous years. it's the least he can do.
he plates up two dishes, packed as if each is meant to serve at least two other people. it's christmas will just have to be his mantra for everything today.]
Here we are.
[he hangs up his apron and sits down across from eggsy, unfolding a napkin in his lap.]
By the way, excellent choice. I'll be wearing it the first opportunity I can.
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and he's especially determined not to let his guilt get in the way of trying to make this a better christmas than eggsy has had in previous years. it's the least he can do.
he plates up two dishes, packed as if each is meant to serve at least two other people. it's christmas will just have to be his mantra for everything today.]
Here we are.
[he hangs up his apron and sits down across from eggsy, unfolding a napkin in his lap.]
By the way, excellent choice. I'll be wearing it the first opportunity I can.
[eggsy's gift, he means.]