( other things, he says, and eggsy doesn't resist the urge to roll his eyes. he's been here for two months; there's very few other things to do around this place other than suffer and concern yourself with people. )

Whatever. You don't wanna affiliate yourself with us, fine, I don't care. But I'm serious. ( point to eyes, point to you serious. except eggsy only goes so far as to jerk his chin and glower. ) Don't go running your mouth.

( and when he feels like that's squared, eggsy turns to leave. only to let curiosity get the better of him a few paces from the door, and does a complete 180 on his heel to stalk back into the edge of charlie's personal space. he's a hand raised like he plans to prod him in the chest to make a point, but curls his fingers in and just sort of gestures with his fist. )

'N what's the last thing you remember?