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 lets go of Kylo as if scorched, eyes wide with disbelief. “You…liked Hux?” The thought of it sends him into a mental tailspin.
“Past tense. Yes. And he hates me so it doesn’t matter. Why does this distress you?” It was actually pretty obvious this time.
“I. I don’t-” He grasped at his hair with both fists and took a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m s-sorry. It’s my own, um, insecurities. Hux and I d-don’t… we aren’t on the same level. My father used to call me th-the replacement Hux. S-so, I feel like people are comparing us all the time… f-for a second I thought that you’d st-started liking me just because- b-because I look like him…”
He gazed up at Kylo with sad, watering eyes. “F-fuck. I’m pathetic.”
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