Hartwin Ficlet: The Sunburn
had to admit that he found Eggsy’s reproachful tone and expression rather charming, but
that was nothing new. It certainly didn’t
stop him from repeating his initial assessment, “I said you did rather make
your own bed.”
Eggsy’s pout only intensified.
He was on the couch in the sitting room, and Harry took him in for a moment longer before he ducked into the bathroom and started going through cabinets. “You are the one who mocked me for putting sunscreen on so energetically.”
“Well, I thought you was doing it to impress my mum with how sensible you could be,” Eggsy replied from the next room. “Or that maybe it was for- uh. My benefit.”