Fandom Man from UNCLE
Word count 100
He hesitated but made up his mind in a split second. Fighting openly those visions was no use. Perhaps it would be his advantage to play ball with the puppeteer. Removing the mask. He grabbed the helping hand – the large, powerful and so familiar hand, Illya's hand, joining the other man on shore.
“It's a beautiful place, very Monet...” He stated casually, glancing at the Russian and expecting him to vanish into thin air. Against the odds, Illya was still there, his blue eyes riveted on him. His face betrayed mixed feelings: misgiving, uncertainty which gradually gave way to ... hope?