techiehux:

“I promise I w-will, Captain. As soon as I’m done f-fixing up this console! “You-know-who” s-smashed it again.”

Techie couldn’t help it; he turned a pretty shade of pink. “You, um, d-do too,” he said, looking straight at her instead of slightly off to the side (like he usually did). His pupils were constantly focusing and refocusing.

“Oh! Th-this is what I wanted to, uh, show y-you.” Techie went over to his nightstand and pulled a cluster of chrome flowers out of a vase. “F-for you, Phasma.”

He held them out to her, and now, up close, she could see that they weren’t flower at all, but a collection of thin silver wires wrapped and twisted together to resemble a bundle of roses.

Techie bit his bottom lip, awaiting her reaction.