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.
The days passed, and Kylo received no word from Techie at all. Sometimes they passed each other in the corridors and he’d keep his eyes trained on the ground, and when Kylo was far enough, he’d whip around and stare longingly at his retreating back.
Fuck Hux, Techie thinks to himself, frustrated. What was his problem? ‘I’ll have the troopers use you for target practice if you so much as glance in Ren’s direction’ MY ASS.
While he wondered why Hux made such a big deal about his fledgling relationship with Kylo, the bigger question was how he’d known! And so quickly too!
Techie steeled himself and snuck out at midnight to Ren’s room. He knocked softly, nervous. Would Kylo hate him? Did he think Techie hated HIM?
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