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TEXT | AUDIO | VIDEO | ACTION MAIN PHONE LINE ( un: eggsy ) ALTERNATIVE LINE ( un: galahad )

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audio; un: j.grey /a little while after the blast

[greyate]

Eggsy, it's Jean. Let me know you're okay, okay?

[ She doesn't even care how stupid that sounds. She just knows she's shaking too much to type rn. ]

audio | un: eggsy

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[ at the familiar voice, relief washes over him. ]

Jeanie! Yeah, I'm alright. [ his voice remains calm, if not entirely even. ] Where are you at — are you okay?

[greyate]

[ She sighs with relief at that before she can stop herself. He was okay. Good. ]

Yeah, yeah. I'm at my place. I just heard that explosion and--

[ I feel all this fear and confusion. ]

I just wanted to make sure you weren't there when it happened.

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Thank fuck. [ Jeanie's a good one. ] I'm in the Market but not near there. Just at work.

[ though not much work has happened since the blast, naturally. ]

Are you okay at home? We've got spare beds at mine, if you don't feel safe or anything. Was just about to head out — I could pop over for tea, if nothing else, yeah?

[ forgetting she's American and probably doesn't do tea. ]

[greyate]

[ She has in the past thanks to Charles but not frequently, no. It does get her to laugh in disbelief, however. ]

Tea? How can you think of tea right now?

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It's an excuse to come see you, alright.

[ obviously. ]

Besides, we Brits always have tea. It's necessary for our health, especially in times of trouble.

[greyate]

[ She reaches up with her free hand to rub at her face, still laughing despite how shaken up she was. ]

Bullshit.

[ But it's said fondly enough. ]

I don't have any tea...But were you serious? About me staying with you?

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[ he rolls his eyes. ]

Yeah. [ ah. ] Well, I've gotta check with Henry first. He's a private bloke.

[ and inviting an unknown quantity into their spy house is definitely something he'll want to discuss. ]

But if it ain't alright with him, I can stay with you for a bit, yeah? Until things blow over.

[ what matters is making sure she's alright, in the end. ]

[greyate]

[ She nods out of habit, forgetting he can't see it. ]

Yeah, okay. I don't want to be imposing or anything... But I wouldn't mind the company.

[ There's a difference between wanting space to ease her own mental barriers and feeling uneasy being alone. Jean is experiencing the latter very intensely right now. ]

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[ His tone bleeds warmth, fond as he is of Jean. He desperately wants to reassure her. ]

You won't be imposing at all, Jeanie. I'm sure of it.

[ Harry lets him get away with murder, after all. ]

I'll head to yours now, if you ain't busy. Just shoot over the GPS pin.

[greyate]

[ The warmth goes a long way in helping her feel less anxious. At least for now. ]

Okay.

[ But then she pauses, holding the phone out in front of her, brow creasing before she's putting it back to her ear. ]

I'm sorry; how do you do that again?

[ Why does learning this tech have to be so hard? Learning to program a VCR was easier than this. ]

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[ Jeanie. He wonders if she's retro, like Peggy. When he speaks, he sounds mildly amused. ]

Just send me your address then, yeah? I'll show you how when I'm there.

[greyate]

[ "Retro" is a good way of describing it. In a way. ]

Alright.

[ She tries her best not to feel embarrassed as she sends the address. Afterward, she adds, more out of pride, ]

I pick up things pretty quick usually.

[ JSYK ]

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[ he laughs good-naturedly. ]

I don't doubt it, but I'm not the best teacher — better at showing than telling, really.

[greyate]

[ The corner of her mouth quirks at that, ]

We both just need some practice at it.

[ Him at teaching and her at learning this weird technology. ]