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?”

Techie picked up his sax, the weight of it no longer feeling so unbearable (literally AND metaphorically). He nods and waits for Hux to begin, alert for when he should start.