He doesn't feel bad, exactly, about telling Jack so little - about outright lying - when Jack's told him so much. Harry has never considered himself secretive or even particularly dishonest, simply discreet. Such is the nature of the work, and even now that discretion has no currency he finds it impossible to cast aside.
Besides which, it's difficult to string together a narrative when Jack's behaviour is edging away from affection and towards foreplay. This is not a thought which discourages him from touching Jack's hair, the side of his throat, the smooth skin of his shoulders.
"I was in the Royal Marines, a long time ago, now. I knew Eggsy's father. Circumstances intervened, and nowadays I work at a tailor on Savile Row. I ran into Eggsy not long ago, he wasn't in a good place in his life, and...I was able to pull some strings with my employer. We work together, now." A subtle quirk at the corner of his mouth. "Worked."
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He doesn't feel bad, exactly, about telling Jack so little - about outright lying - when Jack's told him so much. Harry has never considered himself secretive or even particularly dishonest, simply discreet. Such is the nature of the work, and even now that discretion has no currency he finds it impossible to cast aside.
Besides which, it's difficult to string together a narrative when Jack's behaviour is edging away from affection and towards foreplay. This is not a thought which discourages him from touching Jack's hair, the side of his throat, the smooth skin of his shoulders.
"I was in the Royal Marines, a long time ago, now. I knew Eggsy's father. Circumstances intervened, and nowadays I work at a tailor on Savile Row. I ran into Eggsy not long ago, he wasn't in a good place in his life, and...I was able to pull some strings with my employer. We work together, now." A subtle quirk at the corner of his mouth. "Worked."