“I just can’t read you sometimes,” Eggsy blurted out.

Harry blinked once.  Twice.  “I was just planning on enjoying some breakfast.”

“No, I can fuckin’ see that, I’m not a complete idiot, I meant more…”  He gestured to Harry’s posture again.  “Look, we’ve been together awhile now and I can’t even fuckin tell when you’re relaxed.  Or happy.  It’s driving me insane.”

Harry frowned.  “I-”

“-No, no, no, don’t give me that look, now I feel fuckin’ bad for sayin’ anything.  Forget it,” said Eggsy as he leaned back into his chair with crossed arms.

Harry gave a single nod.  “If that’s what you would like-”

“-You’re just so fuckin’ composed all the time,” Eggsy said suddenly.  “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s pretty hot in some situations but fuck me, you’re so composed that it borders on fuckin’ disinterested while I just follow you about like a lost puppy and if you’ve lost interest, that’s fine, I just think we should quit while we’re ahead.”

An uncomfortable silence loomed over the pair.  Harry was clearly taken aback and Eggsy wished he knew how to keep his stupid mouth shut.  

Harry cleared his throat.  “Eggsy, look at me.”

“If you’re gonna dump me, I’d rather we both stared at the fuckin’ floor,” replied Eggsy with a mumble.  

“Eggsy,” Harry tried again, “I’m not ‘dumping’ you.  Please look at me?”

The younger man did and much to his chagrin, Harry looked as composed as ever.  He groaned.  “Way to prove my fuckin’ point, Haz.”

“I’m not sure where you’ve gotten this idea from, but I can confirm that it is entirely unfounded,” said Harry.  “I’m hardly ever composed around you.”

Eggsy snorted.  “Not bloody likely.”

Harry reached across the table to squeeze his hand reassuringly.  “Have you ever considered that my allegedly ‘composed’ appearance is due to the fact that I’m embarrassingly incapable of functioning when you’re near?”

Eggsy hadn’t considered that at all.

But now that he thought about it, he could feel Harry’s pulse against his fingertips.

It was beating much too fast.