“Well, that’s that up in smoke.” Napoleon brushed imaginary dirt from his hands
“I still think it was a bit extreme, Napoleon. If I’ve only had a bit more time--” Illya rubbed his watery eyes. He sniffed. “I’m not crying.”
“It’s over and done with. We can move on.” Napoleon patted his partner on the back.
“So you say. I, on the other hand, have to live with this now.”
“You can do it.”
“That red jacket was an eyesore. Burning it was the best thing for everyone. And don’t be an ash about it.”