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Napoleon unlocked the door to his partner’s apartment, then reset the alarm after he stepped inside.
“There you are.”
Illya was laying on his sofa, looking quite pale and wrapped in a heavy blanket.
“It’s freezing in here.”
“Radiator broken. Achoo!”
“I have heat, come up to my place.”
“Could not impose.”
“Not an imposition, you’re coming.”
Illya bundled himself in his blanket, walking upstairs looking like a lost waif, then curled up on his partner’s couch.
Minutes later Napoleon brought him chicken soup and not long after that Kuryakin fell asleep.
“Good night sweet Prince.”
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Date: 2013-01-03 04:57 am (UTC)