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.
He catches himself staring deep into Ren’s eyes, mesmerized. One tragic history after another, huh? The statement rings true.
A desperate need to have Ren pressed flush against his skin seizes Techie. It won’t stop any possible impending doom, not by a long shot, but it would help, a little, now.
“Stay here,” Techie breathes, and surges up to pull Ren down onto the bed with him.