“You’re tired,” he grinned, and shifted his weight off his arm long enough to take off his cloak and covered them both.
“Stay here. Rest. We can talk when you wake up,” he says, kissing the shell of his ear as he slotted behind him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered.
Logically, Techie knew this was true. But the broken, scared part of him still screamed out in agony when he was too unguarded to keep it quiet.
“Can you talk to H-Hux in the morning?” he asked, a hopeful tone in his hoarse voice. “I don’t think I want to, um, be without you…” Techie admits shyly, tracing his thumb over Ren’s jawline. The sincerity and truth of the statement makes his throat close up. It’s scary to want to be with someone, too.
TechieHux 