Natasha realizes very quickly the mistake she's made. She also knows that once you start sharing something, it won't stop. It has to just happen, work its way out of you, and then the urge will subside. Except it doesn't seem to be working for Illya. He keeps talking, keeps talking, licks his lips and looks like he wants to stop, and then keeps talking. How long has he held this all in, that it's so desperate to get out now?
She reaches up, covers his mouth with her hand to stop him. He doesn't want to be telling her, this, and she doesn't-- Well, no. Strange thing is that she does want to hear it. She wants to help. She also wants him to want to tell her. He should have a choice in something this personal. It feels like stealing, taking it this way. Which shouldn't give her a moment's pause. She chooses to blame the bug. She's going to blame the bug for all of this.
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She reaches up, covers his mouth with her hand to stop him. He doesn't want to be telling her, this, and she doesn't-- Well, no. Strange thing is that she does want to hear it. She wants to help. She also wants him to want to tell her. He should have a choice in something this personal. It feels like stealing, taking it this way. Which shouldn't give her a moment's pause. She chooses to blame the bug. She's going to blame the bug for all of this.