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     “I’ve been listening to a lot of Elvis lately - not sure why.”

There was a part of him that didn’t quite know what was real anymore. The fact that he had fake memories of a fake family, a fake life, and was a walking science experiment would do that to you. What else could he do aside from joke about the little things that he knew about his actual parents? Rapture seemed like the perfect background to wallow in his own misery and make those sort of jokes. Maybe he would not fully come to terms with the fact of who his parents were or what had happened — But he could joke about it. Brush the thoughts away and focus on surviving the crumbling city that he had found himself in. 

“No. They weren’t the ones who raised me.” At some point, he would need to explain what had happened to Eggsy. Clue him in to some things that were going on between him and Rapture as a whole, at least. They seemed to trust each other enough. Not to mention the fact that Eggsy was the only normal person that he had come across since the plane crush. At least the only normal person who had not tried to kill him and-or use him to their own advantage. “But no. They’re not the best.” What better way to further bond with someone then joke about your trauma and be stuck in life threatening situations with each other?

   he doesn’t have to look at eggsy to know the screwed up pout on his lips,  anger and annoyance in his eyes that he’s effectively bedridden and dependent on tyler for everything.  if they weren’t sure about each other before,  it isn’t going to take long to see how good they actually are together.  they’ve only had a couple three day weekends to themselves,  but now he’s here twenty-four seven until eggsy’s healed up enough to move without possibility of going back down.

          ‘ m’fine, ’   eggsy grits out.

     tyler looks up to see that dagger look is trained on him,  and he smiles blithely.   “ fine,  i’ve got your pain meds.  come get ‘em  -- without any help --  and i’ll leave y’ alone,  mate. ”   the fire in eggsy’s eyes is something tyler loves about him; it’s the same will that carried him to the end of the mission which put him in bed,  but the adrenaline is gone and so is the driving chaos of the fight,  that much is evident in the way it sparks from determination to annoyance to pain the moment he puts any pressure on his injured side.

     he doesn’t let eggsy get far enough,  ignoring such protests as he gently pushes the other back down to the bed.  tyler opens eggsy’s palm and dumps a pill into it,  handing him the water glass from the bedside table,  and gives a look.  one that isn’t to be fought or argued against.  eggsy swallows the pill,  dramatically,  and leans back against the headboard with a similarly egregious huff,  to which tyler sighs affectionately and crawls into his side of the bed.  switching the tv on,  he settles on some ridiculous reality show that he knows eggsy eats right up, and ever so gently shifts behind him.   he’s much more comfortable than the headboard,  thank you very much.

     he starts to run his fingers up and down eggsy’s arms softly and dips his chin into the curve of eggsy’s neck,  feeling the other begin to relax as the oxy takes effect.  he noses eggsy’s ear and murmurs,  “ i’ll be here when you wake up. ”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 ;

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Jenny licked her lips, taking the opportunity to think. "Yeah, I guess." Eggsy wasn't wrong, though sometimes it took him a while to keep his word. Still. She couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed with him.