[ There's a flicker there, actually, almost of uncertainty. Eggsy seems so confident most of the time because that's what you've got to be, but when he watches Harry look him over his eyes soften from their don't-give-a-shit sharpness. Something in his chest jumps in that split second of not being sure, of unexpected shit what if he doesn't-- and then it swells when he gets what looks like an unspoken seal of approval.
Something. He's not about to call it his heart or anything, but y'know. Something in that area.
He's vaguely thankful for the instruction to move because it means it's less obvious, the little shake he does to snap himself out of it. His lip is between his teeth again, this time with anticipation, watching Harry's every move (his every fucking sexy move). Honestly, he's not really sure what's about to happen. He's gone twice before, plenty of times, but he's never had that be the plan. ]
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Something. He's not about to call it his heart or anything, but y'know. Something in that area.
He's vaguely thankful for the instruction to move because it means it's less obvious, the little shake he does to snap himself out of it. His lip is between his teeth again, this time with anticipation, watching Harry's every move (his every fucking sexy move). Honestly, he's not really sure what's about to happen. He's gone twice before, plenty of times, but he's never had that be the plan. ]