Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes.
Techie, meanwhile, had been awkwardly sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for Ren to return. He didn’t know how to return from here to his room, and to leave silently, without any parting words, felt… wrong.
So when Ren burst in, Techie jumped off the bed and went to him, crouched by his side while Ren spat up dark red blood.
He was thrown off by this sudden dramatic entrance but calmly held Ren’s hair back and then, once he’d stopped spitting up, smoothed his dark strands back soothingly. “Um, Kylo? What happened? Are you a-alright?”
And then he added, a little frustrated, “How can I just s-sit back and pretend this never happened? You helped me, so it’s my turn to help *you* now, Kylo.”
His cheeks turned rosy when calling Ren by his first name. The level of intimacy it implied between them was strange, but Techie supposed he owed him that, at least. And so much more too.
TechieHux 