Gaby looked like she was going to break into tears for a moment. If that happened, it would probably rip his heart out. Being the reason Gaby cried would make him want to drink an entire bottle of vodka in one sitting. Ever since he'd met her, he'd only ever wanted to be the person to make her happy.
Illya conceded her defensive posture and moved no further. "Napoleon and I are friends and work partners. That is it. The feelings I have are... confusing." That was certainly true. He enjoyed sleeping with Solo and cared strongly about the man, but it wasn't love. "I feel much more respect for him, a strong sense of... caring what happens to him."
It had taken him a long time to even recognize that and be able to put it into words.