The Prison and the Open Hand (слэш)

“We’re good friends,” Napoleon admits, and he can’t help the edge of bitterness that slips into his voice. Illya hadn’t precisely held a gun to his head when Napoleon made that concession, but it doesn’t stop the indignant fury that arises at the memory. His anger is mostly directed at himself, for not realising in time that Illya would turn Napoleon’s own questions against him, for not knowing when to leave well enough alone, and for shattering his hope with reality before he really even got the chance to dream.
But Gaby doesn’t know any of that, and it’s better to let her come to her own conclusions about why Napoleon is annoyed.
“I just don’t see why he’s making such a fuss over this particular mission,” Napoleon continues, recalcitrant.
“Then talk to him,” Gaby moans.
(Temporary Hiatus.)