The promised conversation didn't occur while Napoleon was in the hospital and when he left without telling Illya, the Russian went looking for him.
"You are only human Napoleon," Illya repeated.
"I tripped over a sidewalk crack. He could have killed you."
"Your tripping into him shifted his aim and I was only grazed."
"I'm the CEA. I shouldn't be making a greenhorn mistakes."
"Anyone can have an accident."
"That could have gotten you killed." Napoleon insisted.
"And your actions could have gotten you killed." Illya shot back.
"Well," Napoleon said his shoulders slumping, "You're right."
"I am?"
...
"I guess mistakes come with being human. Friends?" Napoleon said holding out his hand.
"Partners." Illya said shaking it.
The two men looked at each other. Both put the other's life before their own, and nothing could be said that would change it.
"Hungry Napoleon?"
"Yes, you?"
"Just had a sandwich before I came over. Should I order?"
"Per doc, nothing spicy or rich yet."
"Extra spicy then?"
"Right!"
Neither would speak of regrets. Both men knew the argument would never stop. Each would go to the extreme making sure the other would survive. After all, partners watch out for each other.