Theatre of War ➳| Kingsman ·Eggsy Unwin·

ch. XXII -- JB misses ya'

"Just because Harry was hinting at something and if he even was, does not mean that it's going to happen." Sophie said as the doors were closed.

"You was referring to: makin' the suit or the other stuff?" Eggsy looked at Sophie.

"Just shut up and let this be done." Sophie swallowed.

With a small nod Eggsy stood in the middle of the room.

"Please, take your jacket off." Sophie instructed and took measuring tape from around her neck and Eggsy did as asked.

Putting the tape at his back and measuring his shoulder's width, Sophie couldn't stop to wonder about the things that is going happen after all this.

Is this the last time she sees him or just mere seconds before the moment where she'll see him every other day but won't be able to act upon her feelings?

'He'll probably find some other girl out there, won't have to follow all these stupid rules. Or maybe be the best agent the world had ever seen. Either way he won't be part of my life. Just a passing person in this theater of war.' Sophie thought to herself.

"What you thinking about, Richards?" Eggsy asked after a while of observing her work.

"Getting your suit done, Unwin." Sophie said writing down some number in her notes.

"Is it gonna be bulletproof?" He asked.

"As every Kingsman suit." Sophie returned to measuring. It will be shame if she won't be able to see him in one of her suits.

Now she stood in front of him and putted her hands around Eggsy's torso to measure it, when Eggsy putted his hands on her waist.

"Don't." She stopped for a second and closed her eyes.

"You promised." She continued and returned to her job.

"I'm just makin' sure that you'r' steady." Eggsy smiled at her.

"I think I will manage that on my own, thank you, Unwin." Sophie said leaving his hands and continued measuring.

"JB misses ya." Eggsy said after a moment.

"I don't have time to talk about your dog; I have half an hour to do this, so please if you would let me..." Sophie spoke, but part of her was breaking into pieces. She needed to be professional about it.

"That jus' doesn't sound like you." Eggsy furrowed his brows and let his arms down. Sophie immediately putted them back up.

"Did you just say that I'm unprofessional?" Sophie looked at him for a moment.

"Nah. Not that, the part about JB." Eggsy said. "You'r' his mum, remember?"

"Divorced parents." Sophie corrected unaffected.

"'Right. Can we jus' stop for moment?" Eggsy said tad annoyed and let his arms down again.

"Is there a problem?" Sophie tried to not show any emotions. She was hundred percent sure that as soon as she'll leave this room, she'll burst into tears.

"Yeah, there fvcking is." He looked at her.

"Don't you even start, Unwin." Sophie pointed at him and continued to work, a way to distract herself.

"Why the 'ell we can't?" He asked.

"Why? Because there are rules. Rules that we should follow. If you don't make it to the end, we most likely won't meet. That's how it usually works. You go back to whatever you were doing before and I'll continue to be the same tailor who plays with needles. And if you become Lancelot... I don't work with agents. All I do is make them new suits. A meeting maybe for like half an hour in every three to six months. I don't run into them, I don't talk with them. I just say 'yes, sir', 'of course, ma'am' and nod my head. I don't save the world, Unwin." Sophie said.