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[ in his eighties. right, because he’s been eighty. well, he’s over eighty presently. eggsy remains stuck in the processing stage of this revelation. ]

Jesus. [ breathed more than said. ] Are you still going backwards?

[ettersberg]

[ sometimes, thomas still feels like he's in the processing stage, too. especially because there are no real answers. (it's a good thing, perhaps, that he mostly cares that things work, not how.) ]

No. I don't think so.

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[ there’s a long pause before he responds. ]

And you’re okay?

[ he doesn’t know why he asks that other than he thinks going backwards might hurt somewhow, even with the magic. ]

[ettersberg]

Quite.

[ he's fine. he's physically fine. these days, he's mentally and emotionally all right, too, or at least -- better.

(he'd wanted to die, at some point. everyone else had.) ]

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[ boy, this is a doozy of a phone call. ]

Good. [ and it is a relief to hear. ] Can I come over?

[ettersberg]

Of course.

[ any time, really. ]

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Okay. See you in fifteen.

[ knock knock. ]

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[ there's tea being kept warm on the stove when eggsy knocks on the door, thomas in a suit as always -- three pieces, heavy wool this time. ]

Eggsy.

[ a greeting. thomas steps back to let him in. ]

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[ for a moment, he stares at thomas, searching his for clues to his actual age or the magic. belatedly, with his hands tucked in the pockets of his black trackies, he smiles and steps through the doorway. ]

Hey. [ clearing his throat. ] Nice suit.

[ then, he hovers, waiting for thomas to lead the way wherever he's welcome. ]

[ettersberg]

[ there are none, but thomas still lets eggsy look for a long moment, still. ]

Thank you.

[ the living room is small, things for tea set out. ] Are you hungry? [ he has scones, if eggsy wants them. ]

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[ at that, he nods. he’s pretty much always hungry...even when he’s here for more important endeavours, like sussing our nightingale. once he has tea and scones and a comfy seat in an armchair, however, he resolves to poke around more. ]

Is there anything else the magic does — that you do?

[ besides age backwards, for fuck’s sake. ]

[ettersberg]

[ scones and tea are a comfort, even if the scones are store-bought rather than made by molly. (nightingale imagines he can taste the difference.) ]

If it does, I don't know about it.

[ for a moment, he looks out over eggsy's shoulder. then: ] I don't know why I started ageing backwards.

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[ maybe it’s selfish, for eggsy to be relieved there are no more magic bombshells coming his way, especially when thomas admits he doesn’t know why it happened. wouldn’t that be concerning? ]

It wasn’t intentional? Not even a little bit?

[ most people would like to stay young, wouldn’t they? ]

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Ah.

[ nightingale thinks he knows what eggsy is asking. he wishes he could answer affirmatively, but - ]

No.

[ the truth is that he'd been quite ready to die of old age, seeing how nothing else had managed to kill him. he's not actively suicidal, never has been, not even after the war, but -- he'd long given up on actively wanting to continue on. ]

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Oh.

[ he inhales sharply, pausing as the weight of thomas’ answer registers. way to stick your foot in your mouth, unwin. he wants to reach out to thomas, but there’s a distance between them (physically small but exacerbated by the other questions whirring in eggsy’s head.) ]

Are you, uh, ageing normally now?

[ even if he isn’t going backwards...could he be stuck? ]

[ettersberg]

[ the questions don't have the power to hurt thomas, not really. it's everything surrounding them that can, but the questions themselves, eggsy's curiosity, those things are not even a bother. ]

As far as I or anyone else can tell, I'm not ageing at all.

[ stuck indeed. ]

I met one other person with the same affliction. She had no explanation, either.

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Jesus Christ, Thomas.

[ he cards a hand through his hair, already disheveled on his day off. not that eggsy would worry over mussing his hair, honestly, after everything thomas has told him. months training with james have taught him the power of magic, but this is still shocking. ]

That sounds like it fucking blows. [ perhaps not being young, exactly, but not having a say in any of it. he shifts his gaze to focus on thomas. ]

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[ thomas takes another sip of his tea. maybe he should have spiked it. ]

It is what it is.

[ that's all he has to say on the matter. it "fucking blows", yes, but what point is there in lingering on it? at least with peter as his apprentice, he'd -- well, found a renewed sense of purpose. here, he doesn't have that, but he has more people he's cared about than he's let himself have since the war.

that outweighs the heavy fog of grief at the loss of his world, most days. ]

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[ he sets his plate aside to lean forward on his knees, watching thomas now. it is what it is. hadn't that been eggsy's reaction to his shitty circumstances? yeah. 'cause all you can do is go on. ]

Thanks. [ a beat. ] For telling me, I mean, and answering my questions.

[ he thinks he might have more to ask, but — that's enough for one day. ]

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Of course.

[ a beat. ]

Do you remember -

[ thomas steels himself for a moment, back straight despite the comfortable chair. ] The night at the bar, when you asked if I could think of reasons not to?

[ when his own answer had been "none i want to mention right now" or something to that effect. this had been what he'd been thinking of at the time. ]

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[ it takes him half a minute to think back, mouth slipping open in a small o. fucking hell, he remembers alright, and he's kicking himself for not asking about it afterwards. so much for being a super spy. ]

Yeah. [ so, thomas had thought about it then: the age difference that's a step above picking up an older bloke at the bar. eggsy doesn't know if he would have liked to know, then, or if he'd have believed thomas, at that point. hell, it might not have changed anything. he bites the inside of his cheek as he runs through their interactions since then. ]

Is that why you've been [ he hesitates, considering his word choice. ] off, when I've been chatting you up?

[ frank, as ever. ]

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[ off.

thomas considers it for a moment. turns over their interactions in his mind and fits the label to them. it's as accurate as any, or has been at times. ]

Yes. [ he says after a moment, and - ] For the better part of my life, kissing a man even in private was a crime.

[ but the truth is that while that's had an impact, he's less -- off around john, for the most part, who is still considerably younger than thomas but has maybe twenty years on eggsy, so the age has a lot to do with it. ]

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[ eggsy rubs the back of his neck. ]

Guess I hadn't thought about that part. [ an admission of his naivete or an apology for pushing boundaries. maybe both. perhaps it was naive of him not to consider thomas' background. he knows that even in the eighties, things were different. hell, things are still far from ideal. ] It ain't the same at all, but Dean, my stepdad, he and his mates always gave me shit about it. Not that they knew or anything, but — still made a point of calling me a rent boy. [ he adds quickly, ] Which I'm not.

[ just in case the thought crosses thomas' mind, even cursorily, when eggsy lives with a well-off older man and hit on someone else (thomas) fitting that bill on a night out. ]

I just mean I get that it's not always easy.

[ even if it always seems easy for him. he knows he doesn't — and couldn't — understand the extent of thomas' experience. ]

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[ thomas inclines his head, acknowledgement more than anything else. it's not always easy, no -- and he's sorry to hear that has remained constant over the years, even when the legal situation's changed.

and the thought of eggsy as a rent boy hadn't crossed his mind, not that there's anything wrong with it, but -- he also doesn't want to let eggsy believe that the age and the fact that they're both men is something that thomas is deeply bothered by.

not that they aren't factors. not that they're not -- perhaps amongst the main factors. but, ]

I haven't really been the type to go out and -- kiss anyone, [ much less do anything more than kissing ] for a very long time.

[ not since david mellenby. ]

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[ eggsy wonders how much of thomas' type is down to being, well, thomas or if it has to do with going backwards and then getting stuck, as it were. he supposes it doesn't matter much, regardless.

everything's a factor. that, at least, eggsy can understand. ]

But then a pushy bit of rough corners you at the bar, [ quite literally, at one point. the memory pinks his cheeks. eggsy had certainly been forward that night, but he'd caught thomas looking. he'd felt a hand firm on his hip and then asked to be sure. ] and everything's off.

[ there it is again. off. he'd meant it to be teasing, but it sounds more observational. rusty, he'd joked the last night he'd been in thomas' house, but things are different now. ]