techiehux:

Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.

After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”

When the song was done, Techie grinned wide despite the somber melody, high on the euphoria of playing. He turned to Hux, cheeks flushed and eyes vibrant. “I did g-good, didn’t I?” He puffed his chest out, proud.

It was so rare he felt good about himself! His fingers itched to pick up the sax again, and soon.