[ Figures that he gets a look from each of them in turn, as if he ever plans far enough ahead for an eventuality like this. His gaze flickers between the two, brows raised but otherwise impassive. Frankly, he'd rather like to take a loo break at this very moment. Still, his flat had been the best option, given the short distance between his work and home spheres, with Roxy positioned in the slim overlap of his lifestyle Venn diagram (if it had been Harry, well, today would be different — perhaps even messier).
Peggy makes an effort to obscure the worst of her injuries, but it seems to him that they're made. He knows, too, that despite her coolness (or maybe because of it), Roxy doesn't miss a damn thing. And Eggsy...prefers not to bullshit. It takes a few, agonising seconds to decide how to proceed. ]
I meant to call, Rox. [ Earlier, when robots were hacking at him, and more recently, when he and Peggy settled on their home. His mouth curves into something more contrite, tilted her way. The movement irritates the tiny cuts decorating his jaw, and his brow twitches. Hurts like paper cuts. Sharp and stupid. ]
[ Clearing his throat — ] This is my partner, Peggy. [ said with only the briefest sideways glance at her, lest he look too long and find any reproach in her eyes. ] And, er, like you already said — [ a sloppy gesture at Miss Morton. ] — my partner from home, Roxy.
[ and just like that, he's suddenly fixated on rescuing his cufflinks from the tatters of his suit. ]
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Peggy makes an effort to obscure the worst of her injuries, but it seems to him that they're made. He knows, too, that despite her coolness (or maybe because of it), Roxy doesn't miss a damn thing. And Eggsy...prefers not to bullshit. It takes a few, agonising seconds to decide how to proceed. ]
I meant to call, Rox. [ Earlier, when robots were hacking at him, and more recently, when he and Peggy settled on their home. His mouth curves into something more contrite, tilted her way. The movement irritates the tiny cuts decorating his jaw, and his brow twitches. Hurts like paper cuts. Sharp and stupid. ]
[ Clearing his throat — ] This is my partner, Peggy. [ said with only the briefest sideways glance at her, lest he look too long and find any reproach in her eyes. ] And, er, like you already said — [ a sloppy gesture at Miss Morton. ] — my partner from home, Roxy.
[ and just like that, he's suddenly fixated on rescuing his cufflinks from the tatters of his suit. ]