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.
“It’s all okay. You’re just s-so wonderful I can hardly breathe,” Techie sighs. Focus on now, he tells himself sternly, not what could happen later. One of his hands he moves to run lightly over Ren’s jawline, eyes whirring like little fans, and then he presses their lips together with such reverence that Techie has the urge to kneel before him.