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Solo’s head pounded as he dared lift it from the pillow….big mistake.
“Illya?” He called, assuming his partner was in the other bed. “You awake?”
“I am now. I thought given the copious amounts of scotch you drank last night, that you would sleep until noon.”
“My brain hurts. Do you have any aspirin?”
“There is a bottle in my shaving kit.”
“Well?”
“Oh you want me get it for you too?”
“It would be nice since the last time I opened your kit, it blew up on me.”
“You will never let me forget that will you?”
“No.”