[ illya could say the same, if he wanted to be honest, and it would probably be more true. because alongside his proficiency in working alone, illya did not have the personality that attracted attention. he did not have the need to show off to anyone but napoleon and he did not need the company.
( what did it say about him, then, that the moment he was forced to work with a partner - the moment that a team was brought into the picture - he couldn't bring himself to turn away? not from gaby, even when he thought she'd betrayed him. not from solo, in the torture chair and then again when they faced each other in solo's room, their missions between them, their lives on the line. )
but here he was all the same, and despite his best efforts, comforted to at least not be alone in this. he watches solo reach for the glass and then hesitate. his eyes go from solo's hand to his face, and then illya turns forward again. pointedly not calling attention to whatever moment solo is trying to decide for himself. ]
We'll see if you feel the same when you wake up out in space.
[ it's a harmless threat, a jab without any mallace to it, and solo takes a sip of the rum, making a face as he swallows it back. ]
Where do you find this shit?
[ apparently it's not good rum. or at least- not what illya wanted to taste when he took his sip. ]
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Date: 2021-04-08 04:41 pm (UTC)to anyone but napoleonand he did not need the company.( what did it say about him, then, that the moment he was forced to work with a partner - the moment that a team was brought into the picture - he couldn't bring himself to turn away? not from gaby, even when he thought she'd betrayed him. not from solo, in the torture chair and then again when they faced each other in solo's room, their missions between them, their lives on the line. )
but here he was all the same, and despite his best efforts, comforted to at least not be alone in this. he watches solo reach for the glass and then hesitate. his eyes go from solo's hand to his face, and then illya turns forward again. pointedly not calling attention to whatever moment solo is trying to decide for himself. ]
We'll see if you feel the same when you wake up out in space.
[ it's a harmless threat, a jab without any mallace to it, and solo takes a sip of the rum, making a face as he swallows it back. ]
Where do you find this shit?
[ apparently it's not good rum. or at least- not what illya wanted to taste when he took his sip. ]