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’s pupils were blown open so wide that they *ached*. They wouldn’t stop their quiet hum, and he was hyperaware of every point of contact between them.
“You m-must be l-losing it, Kylo,” Techie gulps, nervous now for a totally different reason than ever before. “My h-hands are s-so scarred and c-calloused…” He runs the rough pad of his thumb over Ren’s knuckles; softly, gently.
TechieHux 