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.
“I’m in y-your debt,” Techie whispers solemnly, “So whatever keeps you well, I’ll do. You won’t be rotting. Not on my w-watch.”
He dabs a cut near Ren’s mouth and his fingers ghost over Ren’s bottom lip. The little hairs on his arm prickle but he says nothing about this and attempts to ignore the electricity in his body.
“W-would you want to go away? To somewhere else?” This part he asks with much trepidation, eyes darting around the room as if looking for a spy or camera. When he finds none, he locks his gaze with Ren and gives him a worshipful look.