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.
Noting Ren’s odd tone, Techie asks, “Is it alr-right if I bring my friend Matt around to meet you one of these days? He th-thinks you’re really cool! I’ll bet he’d l-love to be your friend.”
Techie was already imagining the three of them becoming inseparable, like that ancient tale… The Three Musketeers? The name didn’t matter so much, only the idea. Ren looked lonely even on a good day, and Techie wanted so badly to help!
“Matt? And he works on board? I don’t see why I can’t meet him at least.
Was he even allowed to have friends? Was that too Light for him? He felt like a confused child.
“Wh-what’s the matter?” He didn’t want to say it out loud, but… Kylo looked constipated. Techie ran his hands soothingly up and down his arms in an attempt to smooth out his furrowed brows. “It looks like s-something’s bugging you.”
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