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.
He his in agreement, and nearly even closes his eyes when he here’s the mechanical beep from the side of the room. Techie lept from his arms and his lap was suddenly too cold.
Ren looks torn between trying to his his disappointment and not being able to. “That’s…unfortunate. Is it work? Don’t let them push you around Techie. I swear I will take care of them. But if you have to go I understand.”
He sighs, apologetic. “Yeah. I have to g-go… Hux is calling me for something. It must b-be important. Don’t wanna go but…” Techie disentangles his limbs from Ren’s and runs a hand through his tousled red hair in a sad attempt to straighten it out. “You can take the cake back to y-your, um, room. And borrow the music player, if you want. You could even stay h-here, but I really have to go.”
He pocketed the datapad and straightened the rest of his clothes out. Techie kept shooting longing glances towards Ren all the while.
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