Eggsy slips into Merlin's office, closing and locking the door behind him. He's exhausted, just returned from a mission. He didn't even stop to fix up his appearance a bit, hair a wild mess and his suit rumpled and dirty. Eggsy barely has the energy to shuffle over to Merlin, dropping to his knees next to the man's chair as his legs just give out, muscles overworked. A cheek presses against the side of Merlin's thigh, the boy letting out a soft, content sigh. He's home.
Merlin peered down a the lad from his office chair. He was still working on something, but finished the most essential part quickly. “Eggsy love, come on. Lets go to bed.” He’d take great care in getting Eggsy tidied up, the poor dear didn’t have the energy for a shower right now, into a sweater and then into bed.