Quentin helps to hold him up in the aftermath. He brushes affection against his neck and shoulder, something brief and potentially warm, because Eggsy looked like he was about to collapse on the spot. At least the cuffs would keep him up for now.

"Good boy. You did very good for me," he murmurs against his skin. "We should do this again sometime."

And then, in a neat moment, he's gone. So is much of the finer detail of the VR, now that Quentin's no longer in the program to influence.