Hartwin meet at a dog park??? :D
In South Kensington, lodged in between the neighbourhood houses, is a fenced community park that Eggsy only visits when it’s dark. The lock is so ridiculously easy to pick it might as well be made of butter. He sets JB on the grass and the damn dog just stands there looking at him. “Go on.” He urges, “I ain’t coming here for you for you to just sit around, yeah?” As if on cue, JB sits, gets back up, and for a moment he looks threateningly close to barking, but then he just totters off.
Eggsy takes a seat on the bench he knows JB will come back to once he’s done his thing, and stuffs his hands in his pockets.
From here, he can just glimpse the top of the roof, and for now, it’s all he can bear to look at. What to most is an empty house is to Eggsy filled to the brim. It screams Harry in ever crevice, in every breath taken there. It’s not his fault Harry’s a hoarding freak, with his paper clippings and his butterflies and all of his framed photographs that Eggsy believes aren’t even of anyone Harry knew.
That house, along with two single-sentence announcements in the paper, are the only things that can prove Harry ever even existed.
“You’re being sentimental again, aren’t you?” Eggsy’s immediate response is to hold up his balled fists, which, granted, looks a bit amusing since they are still in his jacket’s pockets. “I can’t believe you’re still repeatedly surprised at this when you know I’m going to show up.”
“That’s cause you’re always sneaking up on me.” Eggsy finally manages to reply. Harry’s smirk shows just how pleased he is with the situation, and Eggsy knows he had every intention of sneaking. He turns his focus back on the house, because sometimes, when he stares at Harry for a too long period of time, he looks too much like an illusion. Which is stupid, yeah.
Harry sits down next to him. “How was the mission?” Eggsy shrugs, “Nothing much. Arthur still won’t let me go alone because he’s afraid I’m gonna do something ‘reckless’.” He huffs bitterly. “You can’t exactly blame him.”
Eggsy scowls at Harry for that. Again, only briefly. “You came here to blame me then?” He can see Harry shaking his head from the corner of his eye. “You know why I’m here-” “Yeah, alright.” Harry picks up on the threat and anger in those two words and doesn’t continue. They don’t say anything for a while, and Eggsy begins to wonder just how big of a shit JB is laying.
Eventually, Harry’s hands swipe over the front of his trousers and he stands up. “I have to go.” He steps into Eggsy’s view, and seems to be waiting for some sort of reply, even though he has to know at this point he isn’t going to get one. Harry exhales heavily through his nose, grabs his umbrella and, right before he leaves, he says, “I’ll see you around.”
Eggsy wishes that wasn’t true. It isn’t healthy, he knows that. But as long as his memory can conjure this vivid of a fantasy, he’s going to keep doing it. He knows that too.