“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.
She smiles at him under the helmet.
“My pleasure, dear. I had a feeling you were feeling a bit down and you needed cheering up.”He’s still very flushed and having trouble organizing his thoughts enough to reply, but he gives Phasma a lopsided, shy smile.
Phasma removes her helmet and smiles sweetly at Techie
Overwhelmed, he presses his palms hard against his eyes, so embarrassed and so, so happy. “I- really! I don’t, u-uh, Phasm-ma,” he practically squeaks, defenseless against her kindness. It makes him feel warm all over, like the soft humm of his consoles when they power up.
“Don’t worry, dear. It’ll be fine.” She lightly kisses his cheek and begins to sing softly, a melody only he could hear
He lowers his hands from his face and his shoulders, usually rigid and curved in towards him, go slack. “H-how are you s-so scary with the troopers a-and yet so n-nice with me?” he asks, awed.
Techie looks up to Phasma and can hardly believe she actually puts up with him and his awkward, annoying mannerisms.
“Because, dearest, you’re different. You’re sweet and adorable. You’re absolutely perfect.” She let the melody soar with every note she sang
Techie abruptly stood up from where he had been kneeling in front of the console. With a sudden burst of courage he wrapped his arms around Phasma’s sleek chrome armour and pulled her in for a hug.
He didn’t really know where to put his hands, but he buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed, “Thank you, Phasma. You’re a r-really good friend.”
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