[ well, if eggsy’s gaze lingers on a dressed down harry hart, he would argue it’s a natural reaction to the shift in style. it doesn’t make eggsy feel underdressed, mind you — eggsy knows where he stands within the comfort of their shared home (and who he is, underneath all the finery he wears for work or the loud distractions he trots out at formal affairs).
‘course he’d by lying if he said that harry’s approval didn’t mean a great deal to him. here, he mimics his mentor’s actions: a napkin neatly placed on his lap and careful use of his cutlery. ]
Thanks. [ for breakfast this time. at that mention of his gift, he perks up, chin tipping toward harry instinctively. ] Yeah? [ he tries to busy himself poking at his food, but his mouth curves into an obviously pleased smile. ] I thought it seemed nice — like something you didn’t already have, y’know?
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‘course he’d by lying if he said that harry’s approval didn’t mean a great deal to him. here, he mimics his mentor’s actions: a napkin neatly placed on his lap and careful use of his cutlery. ]
Thanks. [ for breakfast this time. at that mention of his gift, he perks up, chin tipping toward harry instinctively. ] Yeah? [ he tries to busy himself poking at his food, but his mouth curves into an obviously pleased smile. ] I thought it seemed nice — like something you didn’t already have, y’know?
[ shopping for harry wasn’t easy, in truth. ]