“I promise I w-will, Captain. As soon as I’m done f-fixing up this console! “You-know-who” s-smashed it again.”
Phasma nodded. “I see, dear.”
Techie gives an uncertain laugh, like he’s unused to hearing it. “Hah! Matt d-doesn’t like it when I t-talk bad about his h-hero.” His smile turns a little more sly. “But I-if he goes around b-breaking things like a baby, t-then it’s hardly my fault if I f-feel the need to.”
“I see,” Phasma says, nodding. “You know how Matt can be sometimes.”
“Yeah,” he says, voice soft and oddly fond, then shakes his head and returns to his work.
She smiles and hums softly, passing by him and gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
“You know, something about you reminds me of Tij.”He paused his work at the base of the console, twin red wires in hand, and craned his neck up towards Phasma. “How s-so?” he asked, then added, “Besides t-the red hair?”
“You’re very sweet despite your exterior,” she said, a finger curling his red hair
A red blush creeps up his neck until his entire face is in flames. “I- uh. T-thank you, C-captain!” Techie has started trembling so hard he drops the wire cutter in his left hand and scrambles to pick it up.
He rarely get complimented, and people /touching/ him is even rarer still.
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