Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.
“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.
And then bolts for the nearest exit.
Techie looked pleased that the attraction was mutual judging by how his face lit up like a star, but he felt somewhat exasperated too. “Feelings aren’t something you can c-control or *explain*, Kylo. I don’t know much about you, that’s true. B-but I do know that I WANT to learn more. You’re f-fascinating, and powerful, and I actually mean something to you! You talk to me like I matter!”
His face pinked and he eyed some icing near Ren’s bottom lip. “There aren’t, um, a lot of people I can say that about.” All this time, he hadn’t tried to reach out and touch Ren, but without realizing it he’d begun to inch closer.
He added, embarrassed, “If it makes you f-feel better, I can say my feelings are only physical… That’s a l-lot easier to, uh, justify, right?”
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