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So far today he’d been in a plane, a train and a car, sat through three board meetings before finally managing to talk his way out of the office, leaving himself to enjoy his time in London, it wasn’t the first time he’d been and it likely wouldn’t be the last, but it was the first time a particular tailor shop had caught his eyes.

Q wasn’t paying much attention to the world around them right now as they had been working on updating the security system for the past hours or so. There hadn’t been any breaches but it was something Q did every time they had a spare few hours (which was rare).

“Besides punching you in the mug? Naw, bruv, I pencil that in especially.”

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“I fucking–told you, I don’t fuckin’ know what happened to him! Let go of me, you cunt!” Tears burned at the back of Eggsy’s eyes, body pitched forward awkwardly with the other man’s hand pressed firmly between his shoulder blades, the other yanking his left arm back at an awkward angle. The grip was like iron, and it was painful to struggle, let alone even move even slightly.

“Merlin and I haven’t had any fuckin’ contact with your friend, I swear on my fuckin’ life!” The sudden arrival of the remaining Kingsman agents coinciding with Tequila’s falling ill had sparked a tension against the Kingsman agents, and while Ginger had done her best to assure the numerous Statesman that they had no connection whatsoever, it was clear there was still a high level of animosity aimed at them. And Eggsy, given that he was usually on his own outside of any briefings, seemed to have made himself a prime target.

“I thought we was supposed to be workin’ together, let me the fuck go, you right psycho!” All he heard was a faint tsk from behind him, before his arm was twisted and jerked up in a swift motion, bone breaking cleanly with a painful snap. He’d had his arm broken multiple times before, between gymnastics and beatings from Dean, but it was always his right arm; his left arm had only ever been fractured. The break drew a scream out of the Kingsman agent, both hands holding him hostage releasing him so he could drop to his knees, falling to his side and holding his arm in agony.

“You’re fucking mental!”

Well he’d let his particularly off day get the better of him and now he’d gone and made a shit ass first impression on the British agent. He’s had his psych eval recently and he was deemed in need of counseling. So that’s what he’d been doing over the last few weeks, they limited the missions he was given, monitored the types of mission, he couldn’t even go solo right now.

In his recent session the topic of his first interaction with Eggsy. He was confronted about why he behaved as he did. Elden looks at his hands in his lap, wringing them. He didn’t know.

“Maybe you need to start asking yourself ‘why’ a lot more often these days.”

That struck a chord with the agent and he sighs in defeat, nodding. Two days later he’s roaming the halls of HQ asking around for Eggsy. Upon finding him, he quietly approaches the other, clearing his throat. “Agent Galahad.... a word?” he says rather formally. However, today he dressed in a rather unassuming manner, much more casual, like something you’d expect from Tequila.