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_{[It's a good thing Eggsy wiped the potato off her face earlier because he's soon going to find said face making contact with his chest. Bandaged arms find their way around his middle as she leans into an awkward embrace. She's not that worried about her limbs healing - they will eventually - but it's still jarring, realizing that she isn't as infallible as she once thought.

He gets a small sound as confirmation, one that's squeezed out of her throat and remains strained upon exit. They're already friends, huh?]}

I won't hurt you, okay? I promise I'll be good to you.