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?”

He took deep, shuddering breaths against Hux until his breathing evened out and his sobs subsided into little hiccups. “I screwed up th-the song,” Techie frowned, but the weight on his chest lessened. Hux was here. He was okay, for now.