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?”

This time around, Techie played a rousing, joyful melody; notes high like the color on his cheeks. Whenever he could, he sent a little wink Hux’s way as a silent thank you.