“And here I thought it was too early to see your face.”
❛ no, ❜ he scoffs, though it’s more a grunt than a word. ( he’s not too happy to have been pulled from the hotel room he’d been sharing with teller. ) arms folding over his chest, he looks down at the other with a slight scowl.
❛ what is it? ——better be good. ❜
her words are true, really. why should illya care or think twice about a stranger with tears rolling down her cheeks? it was no part of any mission, and assist another during such a time sensitive assignment could be seen as positively BLASPHEMOUS if not simply inconvenient. but still, the russian turns his looming figure to face her, arms crossing over his broad chest as he speaks, letting the simple but sincere offer fall from his lips.
read me!
