[he'd remembered, of course, because his mind is an awful lot like a catalogue of facts and nuances that are to be archived and used at the proper time, should they be needed. it's hard for harry to look at anyone he's ever met outside of work as a true friend--not when they only know half his life and he has his rules not to do anything that would actually allow for a genuine connection to pave the way for something more. it's a lonely life, certainly, but he's made his bed for queen and country and he's spent the last thirty years lying in it just fine. the untold story between wyver and olympia and the recent attacks have given him a stern reminder that even if london has fallen and kingsman itself is no more--harry still has certain morals to live by. he's still going to do what's right.
even if it means allowing himself to adapt a little differently. madam lutece has been easy to get along with thus far--a true lady with surprises up her sleeve, a reminder of home, intelligent and absolutely worth making an alliance with. but he'd be a shit observer not to notice that she does seem different today, even if the limited knowledge he has only supplies that today is technically an anniversary of her murder.
two scotches--doubles, for her and himself. he's noticed the way the crowd seems to be a lot more open about their advances, but harry has been everywhere from nude beaches to deranged sex parties and really--a man who's lived through the '70s and '80s in their youth wouldn't really bat an eye at it. at least he's not sweating like the rest of them thanks to his temperature regulated suit, even if the smallest sliver of a curl is starting to fall dangerously close to his forehead from where he's carefully combed it together.
they have no choice but to sit close thanks to the proximity of others at the table cramming in, and harry bumps her elbows both in good nature and lack of space when he slides the glass her way.]
A very good choice, Madam.
[he takes a sip of it, long and languid, letting his head fall back with a refreshed ah before leaning in. it's not strictly necessary to keep his voice smooth and low, to lean in and look up at her with a pleasant smile--they're not sharing secrets yet, but everyone else seems to be and it feels better that way.]
That makes two of us. I don't think I'm quite cut out for the jungles of Wyver. Have you decided if you'll be returning to Olympia when this is all through?
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even if it means allowing himself to adapt a little differently. madam lutece has been easy to get along with thus far--a true lady with surprises up her sleeve, a reminder of home, intelligent and absolutely worth making an alliance with. but he'd be a shit observer not to notice that she does seem different today, even if the limited knowledge he has only supplies that today is technically an anniversary of her murder.
two scotches--doubles, for her and himself. he's noticed the way the crowd seems to be a lot more open about their advances, but harry has been everywhere from nude beaches to deranged sex parties and really--a man who's lived through the '70s and '80s in their youth wouldn't really bat an eye at it. at least he's not sweating like the rest of them thanks to his temperature regulated suit, even if the smallest sliver of a curl is starting to fall dangerously close to his forehead from where he's carefully combed it together.
they have no choice but to sit close thanks to the proximity of others at the table cramming in, and harry bumps her elbows both in good nature and lack of space when he slides the glass her way.]
A very good choice, Madam.
[he takes a sip of it, long and languid, letting his head fall back with a refreshed ah before leaning in. it's not strictly necessary to keep his voice smooth and low, to lean in and look up at her with a pleasant smile--they're not sharing secrets yet, but everyone else seems to be and it feels better that way.]
That makes two of us. I don't think I'm quite cut out for the jungles of Wyver. Have you decided if you'll be returning to Olympia when this is all through?