[Eggsy's brows shoot up in surprise, though he shouldn't be. If Armin really knows him, he would know about Harry, too.]
He is, yeah? Works as the ship's tailor.
[He swallows, looking away for a moment. It was hard losing Harry, harder to believe that this Harry wasn't a fake or a trick. They'd worked through it, but it had taken time.]
Can you tell me why I wouldn't have? What sort of place are you from, Armin?
[He isn't sure he's going to like the answer, but he wants to know.]
We were. [Eggsy says it almost reverently, like he can't imagine another him that was so happy. He's usually happy here, has good and bad days like most, but it's a work in progress.] Then you can't like seein' me, can you? Lookin' like someone you love, but not bein' him. M' so sorry.
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He is, yeah? Works as the ship's tailor.
[He swallows, looking away for a moment. It was hard losing Harry, harder to believe that this Harry wasn't a fake or a trick. They'd worked through it, but it had taken time.]
Can you tell me why I wouldn't have? What sort of place are you from, Armin?
[He isn't sure he's going to like the answer, but he wants to know.]
We were. [Eggsy says it almost reverently, like he can't imagine another him that was so happy. He's usually happy here, has good and bad days like most, but it's a work in progress.] Then you can't like seein' me, can you? Lookin' like someone you love, but not bein' him. M' so sorry.