“Fuck you,” he said, in English that time so there was no mistaking it. Illya kicked the sheet off of him because even having that on top of him was too much in the heat. He tried to relax, even though he was seething, tried to do some of the breathing techniques that Gaby had taught him. It helped in as much that he no longer felt like he needed to punch a wall. Illya kept his back turned to Solo as he tried to get comfortable and go to sleep.
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