Illya groaned and sat up once again, pulling the shirt off of his body, possibly tearing it in the process, and throwing it across the room. “Tomorrow, you switch with Rogue,” he said. At least he knew that with her there would be zero complaints about him having his shirt off. “Now shut up so I can go the fuck to sleep.”
Out of deference to him, Illya would at least try to sleep facing the wall, though he didn’t know where he might end up in the morning.
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