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Night two of sharing a bed with Solo was upon him and Illya was about ready to go sleep on the couch. The night previous had been so stiff and awkward, mostly because neither of them wanted to get within two feet of each other, which made their sleeping space considerably smaller. Still, it was for the best. He didn’t want Rogue to worry in the night that her powers might be hurting someone. She really needed her own bed, which meant Illya would deal with the American.

Napoleon was already in bed browsing something on the PADD while Illya got ready. After showering, he stood in just his boxer shorts while he brushed his teeth. He glowered for a moment before slowly putting on a white wifebeater. He usually got warm in the night and would have preferred to sleep with his shirt off, but the two of them had agreed to wear at least boxers and a shirt in bed.

The other man appeared engrossed in whatever he was reading, and Illya found himself staring at him for a moment as he stood beside the bed. Napoleon really was a handsome man, with a strong jaw and cheekbones. His eyes shifted down to his chest - obviously built, even when covered with a shirt. Perhaps he could maybe understand why one man would find another one attractive.