I would have thought you'd be a bit fatigued by now.

[Harry circles around to the mini-fridge. He's using it for the older fruit, replenishing from the newer things in the drawers under the dresser; the chocolate is keeping perfectly fine at room temperature, and the sweets will probably outlast both of them. He takes an apple and holds it out to Eggsy.]

Here. Eat slowly.

[It's advice he gives every time.]