#post:tss

The room was spinning. It was fucking spinning and Eggsy didn’t know how to make it stop. Sweat beaded down his brow as he could feel the pumping of his heart within his ribcage. It felt as though it was going to burst from his chest. His lungs felt tight, like the air was being snatched from his throat and he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe.

Harry was fucking gone — and he couldn’t breathe.

His knees gave out as he fell forward, the chair stopped his fall when his hands pressed against the back of it. Slowly closing his eyes, Eggsy took in a few shaky breaths and tried to think of something other than Harry being dead. As the young agent tried to regain his composure, he opened his eyes and glanced around the dark bedroom. Where the fuck was he? Oh—

Harry’s room.

Eggsy had been staying at Harry’s house since the accident, because that’s what it fucking was, an accident. Harry didn’t deserve to die, not like that - best agent in the world or not. Harry deserved so much more than what he got in the end. Reaching up, Eggsy pressed his hand to his face and rubbed his eyes while his hand slicked back to push his messy bedhead of hair out of his face. JB’s snoring from the foot of the bed comforted him even as the pig slept between the sleeping princess. Even though Eggsy was sleeping in Harry’s bed, keeping his mentor’s things in order, it was still a very cold place to live in, even though Tidle was with him- hell, he didn’t even know what he and the Princess were at this point. Yeah, he saved the world and they shagged and were technically living here, in Harry’s house together and fucking hell, he liked her a lot...

And then he noticed it; the robe. Harry’s red robe wrapped around his shoulders and kept him warm, it kept him sane on nights like these when he couldn’t sleep, when he couldn’t breathe.

Without Harry, Eggsy felt lost.

If it hadn’t been for Harry’s death, Eggsy wasn’t sure if he’d even be a Kingsman at this point. Merlin and Lancelot believed in his potential and they even knew how proud Harry’d be of Eggsy after he’d taken down Valentine and his chaotic plan to take over the world. And he just wish he’d gotten the chance to at least say goodbye to his mentor.

Eggsy thought about Harry a lot lately, even on his current undercover mission to the crazy Dino-filled world of Isla Nublar. Eggsy did have to admit that he’d always wanted to go there, regardless of this was to track down one of the biggest drug cartel’s ever, he was still going THERE.

While the agent wasn’t alone, he was with one of Kingsman’s newest recruits, Davie. Eggsy just shook his head at how young the kid was.

After setting up his things in the hotel room, and with a possible chance of rain, Eggsy stepped out of the hotel in a pair of shorts and a nice polo shirt with Kingsman issued sunglasses - to keep Merlin in the loop and even, donning his Kingsman issued umbrella. There was always a sense of sentimental value when he carried it with him, as if Harry was there even though he wasn’t.

“Are we splitting up?” Davie asked as he situated his shorts just outside of the hotel.

Turning to the young lad, Eggsy nodded. “For now, bruv, yeah.” He reaches up and repositioned his baseball cap as he glanced at his watch. Kingsman issued too, of course. Spinning on his heel in his adidas, Eggsy motioned with his head toward one of the shops. “Check something out,” then Eggsy tapped his sunglasses. “Keep your comms on, bruv. An’ don’t get lost.”

Davie nodded and ran off. Eggsy let out a huff as he turned and gnawed at his lip. He could hear Merlin sigh on the other end of his comms from HQ, and Eggsy just rolled his eyes. That was until he hadn’t been watching where he was going (because how could you in Jurassic World?) and BAM, he crashed into a pretty redhead.