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 chuckles into the crook of Ren’s neck. “It is. B-but it’s nice, I hope?” He’s about to say something else, maybe give him a few more kisses, when a datapad on the corner of the bed beeped. Pulling away, he picked it up and flicked through it quickly, still snug on Ren’s lap.
When he puts it back down, he looks crestfallen. “I’ve been called away,” Techie frowns, and searches Ren’s face for a reaction.