Eggsy was young. To young to have learned those lessons, despite seeing his competition being dismissed one by one, despite seeing Harry fall, despite the dozens of men he had shot. He had poisoned Arthur and watched him die, had ordered Merlin to make people's heads explode. He had killed in the name of saving the world, and even so he couldn't remove himself from the need for his family, for feeling like he belonged. Harry had made him want to be more, believed he could be more, and their last words had been spoken with anger and disappointment. Something he was sure would haunt him forever.

Until now.

Slowly Eggsy pulled away, gulping, getting himself under control. He tugged out a handkerchief and quickly wiped at his cheeks, though his eyes still glowed red at the edges. He seemed to debate making Harry slid further into his side of the booth, but finally turned to pick up his umbrella and arranged himself opposite the other man.

Neatly he folded the handkerchief, perfectly even, slipping it back inside his pocket, righting his glasses, resuming the carefully coifed facade all Kingsman wore.

"Well... we stopped Valentine," he said, as much an acceptance of the apology (unnecessary as it was) as anything else he could have done. He glanced at him, wondering how much to say, how much to tell him. "The world is safe for another day." His mouth twitched. "The headline was 'A Haunting at Buckingham Palace'."