I know.

[ There's some softness in Eggsy's reply because he gets it. He gets that Harry is looking out for him because of his father's sacrifice and Harry obviously feels like he owes it to him to take care of the son he should have watched grow up and be there for. ]

But my fuck ups ain't yours. [ He thinks maybe Harry reacts so strongly to Eggsy acting out because he feels like it wouldn't have ever happened if his dad had been around, or he blames himself for not being better at teaching Eggsy the proper way to behave. ] You're too hard on yourself, Harry.

[ If he wasn't, then he wouldn't feel so much guilt from his father's death, or he wouldn't have nightmares about the church. Eggsy uncrosses his arms which is a good sign, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans instead. ]

I ain't got anything to grieve about no more. Should be fucking celebrating... [ He hates that they've been gifted with more time together and yet they're having unpleasant conversations like this one. Eggsy doesn't like it and hopes it stops. ]

I fucked up and I'm sorry. I can't promise I won't fuck up again but I promise I'll try not to.

[ That's the best he can do, really - try his hardest. ]