[ maybe illya was just getting good at noticing when solo was hiding something. he liked to think he could read the other man a little better than others.
he doesn't bother answering him - getting up from where he'd been sitting and making his way to the bar. without any sort of announcement, he steps into the room and continues on inside, settling into the chair next to the other man.
it doesn't take more than a couple of seconds until he notices what must have solo so worked up, and illya lets out a sigh. ] I haven't noticed a pattern. Or any sort of consistency to when it starts and stops. [ a beat, and his eyes move to solo's face. there's a kind of tension in there, he thinks. something the other man is holding back.
or maybe he's imagining it. it's hard to tell with napoleon solo. ]
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Date: 2021-04-02 05:08 pm (UTC)he doesn't bother answering him - getting up from where he'd been sitting and making his way to the bar. without any sort of announcement, he steps into the room and continues on inside, settling into the chair next to the other man.
it doesn't take more than a couple of seconds until he notices what must have solo so worked up, and illya lets out a sigh. ] I haven't noticed a pattern. Or any sort of consistency to when it starts and stops. [ a beat, and his eyes move to solo's face. there's a kind of tension in there, he thinks. something the other man is holding back.
or maybe he's imagining it. it's hard to tell with napoleon solo. ]