His arm was gross. He had done as he was told, and washed it and been gentle with it and even put some cream on it, but he was still going to need to use it. Crutches didn't just walk alongside you, after all. So Eggsy concentrated on dealing with his arm and getting JB ready instead of dwelling on the fact that Rox was gone. It wasn't like when Harry had died; Rox was just away home, that was all.
Ugh, fuck. Now he was thinking of Harry as well... muppet. No more of that.
"C'mon, JB, gonna play with Stevie and Mouse, yeah?" he said to the little pug as they reached Peggy's gate, juggling his crutches as he undid the latch and being careful to shut it after him. He knocked on her front door a few seconds later, JB sitting calmly at his feet.