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“Well, now… That was rather rude. A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed, my dear…” Alexander said with a raised eyebrow at the other man.

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Roxy didn’t get hurt easily, but she had put her trust into him, and this was what that resulted in. She should have known better to trust anyone. She barely trusted Eggsy, and he considered himself to be her best friend and she returned the sentiment. She didn’t trust others so easily and now she regretted it. She regretted that she trusted anyone else. 

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It seemed the privacy of a shared flat was the only place either of them were comfortable anymore. But right now, the pair of them there, in the bedroom, the expression Merlin gave him was distinctly unamused. It had been a hellscape, surviving what they both had. They’d been left with scars both physical and mental. With the missile launching into his house, Lachlan had had to contend with his world literally crumbling around him. Though he’d managed to get out, he’d lost so much, including a pet. The road to recovery in hospital had of course, also left wounds that were healing and a less than pristine physique when all was said and done. 

Merlin had his world blown out from under him in Cambodia, and was not only living with that fact, but was living with the added stress and frustration of having to rebuild a Kingsman he had accidentally been complicit in destroying. It was a lot to take in for anyone, let alone a man who had also lost his legs. 

Neither of them were as soft as they were before, as unscathed. They both carried wounds on their hearts and on their bodies. But Merlin living with the other agent had come to learn that the wounds for Lachlan, though having healed, were still festering on his heart. That would not stand.

He was drinking in his fill of the man before him. The pink and white flesh on his skin, the mottled smooth and puckered healing, didn’t dissuade him in the slightest, but the man’s kicked puppy expression seemed to be more effective.

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“Oh, well thank you, Miss. You just looked like you needed a wee drink. Nursin that empty mug for near an hour, thought I’d just buy you one. Nothin like a good cup of tea tae soothe an aching soul” he said with a small smile to the blonde woman, “May I sit with you?” he asked her, admittedly a little tentatively as he nodded at his own tea, still untouched on the tray

Michelle had been totally lost in thought, when the other had come over with the cup of tea. She hadn’t realised just how long she’d been sat there in her old little world mulling things over. Her life had changed so much in the past few months, now that she was Dean free, it was nice, even if it did have it’s lonely and scary moments. 

The fact he was Scottish took her by surprise but, she liked it. Michelle had always loved hearing the different accents and the diversity of London. It was one of the reasons why she stayed here.