[Harry was honestly expecting another five minutes of argumentative nonsense before actually getting an appearance from his reluctant colleague, which is why he's still not quite ready to face the day - which is to say that the top three buttons on his shirt are unbuttoned. His reflexive scratching at the wounds across his collarbone has tailed off a little but not ceased - the main difference is that he's more conscious of it when he starts doing it - which means today a couple of them are raw and red, weeping a little. Rinsing them in salt water is preventing the early signs of infection from getting worse but not staving it off entirely.
He goes to open the door, giving him a look that's half disapproval and all bemusement even as he steps back to wave him inside.]
action (thread cw: self-harm and some grossness)
He goes to open the door, giving him a look that's half disapproval and all bemusement even as he steps back to wave him inside.]
Someday you'll actually knock, won't you, Eggsy? Promise me.