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.
“YOUR party,” he corrects, eyes glued to Ren’s lips. “For you! Not f-for me.” Techie takes his strong hands and leads him shyly towards the edge of his bed. When he imagines what Ren must be thinking, he frantically clarifies, “Oh! I th-thought you might w-want to, um, s-sit down instead of standing for so l-long…”
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