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?”
All he could do was sob brokenly, huddled up on the ground. His lungs ached, there wasn’t enough air for him in this place, the spring in his chest felt about to burst out and make him bleed out to death, why, why, why?
Techie didn’t KNOW why sometimes, out of nowhere, the crushing weight of being alive and knowing you could die at any moment slammed into his thin shoulders and made him cry his eyes out.