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[nonsurvivor]

[A beep, then silence. If you know whose inbox this is, you can leave a message. If not, you're better off hanging up.]

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Text; Private

[formerself]

[Comes fairly late, a few hours after all this is over and done with.]

are you

were you going to

would you mind if

come over?

[nonsurvivor]

He doesn't answer. Truth be known he hadn't planned to, not tonight; it's a restless night and he hasn't even been able to fall asleep near Furiosa. He was in the art room when the text came, but then just as quickly he's headed up to Eggsy's cabin.

Eggsy hasn't asked before. Not like this. He isn't worried, exactly, but he's also completely unaware of the way his hand hovers over his gun as he opens the door and locks it behind him.

[formerself]

Eggsy tried sleeping, he really did. Fuck knows he was tired enough, wrung out and still wobbly hours after the fact, though he supposes some of that must be psychological. But it was the silence, again, the utter quiet and stillness of being alone that became oppressive. Worse, infinitely worse, when he doesn't feel confident that he could defend himself if he had to.

He feels pretty pathetic about actively inviting Max in a way he hasn't before - usually he just asks if Max is coming over, or points out that he's welcome to, and lets him take it from there if he wants to - but he's also incredibly relieved when he hears his front door open and close. He pads into the hall from the living room, where he's been sitting up with a book in lieu of trying to sleep, and smiles.

"Hey." He's washed out, uneasy on his feet. "Um. Thanks for comin'."

/casually colonises your inbox

[formerself]

After the mistletoe encounter and subsequent weird gym bout, Eggsy comes back late from a long gym shift and a short swim that was intended, and failed, to clear his mind. He sleepwalks through the shower and tumbles into bed, and he's barely still awake when he hears the door open and shut downstairs.

It's probably kind of weird that it doesn't put him on instant high alert any more.

Make it your second home!

[nonsurvivor]

Max spent dinner with Furiosa and though they talked about the mistletoe, Max didn't tell her about anyone in particular. He spent the walk to Eggsy's apartment listening for his ghosts, but none of them turn up. Not even Jess.

It's a relief but it's also confusing.

He toes off his boots, and because his shirt has blood on it he pulls it off, too. (He has another on underneath, thanks to his longstanding habit of wearing everything he owns at once). And then he crawls into bed on what has become "his" side, and he listens to see if Eggsy is awake.

/erects a small tent

[formerself]

Eggsy is up, and when he's not he usually wakes when Max slides into bed with him. Sometimes he doesn't do much other than make sure his friend is okay and then murmur a goodnight, but this time - he doesn't know.

He rolls over, at least, to face him. He's in his normal sleepwear, threadbare joggers and no shirt, half-covered with the blanket.

"Everythin' okay out there?" he says, quietly, into the dark. He can barely pick out Max's features, with effort.

[audio]

[utselet]

[It's a few days after Nina's meeting with Eggsy and Iris, a few days of hard thought, that she realizes she needs another opinion. She's starting to think in circles, lapping herself in her own mind.

Her warden is a natural choice for a number of reasons, chief among them that while she can easily predict Tiffany's answer, or many of her other friends, she's honestly not sure what he'll say.]

Can I talk to you about something?

[audio]

[nonsurvivor]

Yes.

[It's almost, but not quite, a question the way he says it.]

voice: private

[witness_this]

Come home!

[She ends up just about shouting, in total, consuming joy.]

Max!

Re: voice: private

[nonsurvivor]

[Max has maybe never run that fast in his life, but the joy in Furiosa's voice is a once in a lifetime thing.

So much so that when he bursts in the door he can barely remember how to ask something that isn't based in fear and anticipation swallows the syllables of her name.]

Ri?

[This can't be what he hopes it is]

[formerself]

After the New Year's Eve fireworks, Eggsy has a glass of champagne with Alec, who basically gives him the shove-off for a variant on the same reason Eggsy wants to be shoved. He barely keeps Max waiting in the cabin five minutes until he makes his way in, pleased with what he considers a fairly successful evening.

He'll go back later to clean up and make sure the last few stragglers are okay. He honestly will.

"I'm home, Max," he calls, locking the door behind him. "Where are you?"

[nonsurvivor]

Max pads out of the kitchen, barefoot and without his jacket, looking out of place with the decor but utterly comfortable anyway. He has a handful of puppy treats, and he motions back the way he came.

"Training." He's actually pretty good at it, and he'd normally be quick to show what he and Duo were working on. But the same way he wasn't really paying attention to the crowd, the five minutes of training is getting shelved somewhere else in his mind.

He pauses when he's just a few short steps from Eggsy. "Home for good?"

[spam]

[nonsurvivor]

Max is not a dishonest person by nature. He doesn't communicate, can't communicate sometimes, and that's where his deceptions lie. So a part of this flood is not just that he talks, it's that his reactions are more obvious.

He sees Nina and he tenses, can't decide if he wants to just turn and walk away, or if he'll need to fight.

"I only have one friend," he tells her, the words coming quick and sharp, in his real accent instead of the amalgam he normally has. "What do you want?"

Backdated to the 12th

[formerself]

It's one of those days when Max comes home to his cabin in the early hours of the morning, and usually Eggsy's asleep by then - but today, he set his alarm early so he'd be alert when Max slips into the bedroom. Still, the warmth and his own tiredness have their inevitable effects, and his smile is soft and lazy when he flicks the sheets aside.

"'Mornin', you. Remember what day it is?"

[nonsurvivor]

Max actually doesn't remember. He still hasn't mastered the art of tracking the date, especially with how strange time is on the Barge. He crawls into bed with Eggsy, grateful for the warmth (things still feel too cold to him sometimes, compared to home) which means Eggsy will have to contend with a set of chilly fresh-from-gardening hands pushed up against him under his shirt.

"...Holiday?"

[text]

[perdix]

Did you see this group therapy thing?

[text]

[nonsurvivor]

[He hadn't, but he takes a moment to check]

Not sure there's anyone on board who could run it.



Are you going to go?

[Because Max isn't going alone. He knows full well he needs help, but this isn't something he's ready to jump into alone even if it works out that there's a qualified person behind it.]

Text, during the mutiny

[notrosecolored]

Todd just passed me on his way to join up with Steve. He was smirking, holding eye-contact, and all but directly challenging. There's something wrong with him, and I suspect it's been going on longer than Steve's been trying to blow the ship up around us.

text

[weneverwin]

clark watns me to carry stuff in portwith him ok/?

[He's not even sure how one goes about asking permission for things, but this seems like it's probably right. And hopefully Max won't comment on it being weird. The guy can barely bring himself to talk in person, so it might be a safe bet.]

text

[nonsurvivor]

[Max is actually more verbose over text, except that he gets frustrated with how tedious the little buttons are.]

Ok. Stay close to him though. Stay covered, the cold gets in fast. Check in tomorrow for lunch, 3 pm at the harbour. Ok?

Spammmm

[formerself]

He goes to find him after...well, after. He missed the latter half of the other Barge's visit, he doesn't really know what the fuck is going on - but the Admiral fills him in pretty fucking fast.

Alec's no longer on board. Not something Eggsy can blame him for. So he goes looking for Max, and eventually wakes up at his garage.

"...hey."

[nonsurvivor]

Max, as he always is after a fight, is preparing for the next one. He's sitting on the floor with his weapons spread around him, his dog sleeping quietly in the only soft space in the room: the front seat of the car.

He knows Eggsy came out of it all safely but still, when he looks up at him there's undisguised relief in his expression. He doesn't get up because over the years he's relaxed, become less wary and less eager to be on his feet around other people. Especially this one.

"Have a seat, mate."

private

[witness_this]

If you go with him, I'll stay through your deal for her.

private

[nonsurvivor]

[There's a moment, if she's watching, that spells out how much that offer means to him.]

I'm staying.

[It's not an easy decision, though.]