His eyes widen with sudden hope. There’s thinly veiled anxiety on his face, as though what he’s about to agree to do will leave him defenseless. “I… Th-thank you,” Techie breathes. “What sh-should I, um, do?”
He shook out his hair and took his overcoat off. “First of all, sit down comfortably. This will not be able to help you shed everything off right away, but if you practice, you should gradually become more and more comfortable with your anxieties. It’s mostly breath exercises that end up soothing your mind.”
He listened carefully to Ren’s words and then seated himself, crosslegged, in front of him on the floor. Techie leaned his back against the soft, thick covers on the bed and let his mechanical eyes slip shut. There was silence for a few seconds, but not an unconfortable one.
He cracked open one eye. “The breathing… Can you sh-show me what r-rythym to follow?”
“Slow and natural for you? It…” He hesitated. “I suppose it would be easier to show in feelings than words. I could… If you would allow us to be connected, in our minds, I could show you what I do so you could mimic it. I will do my best to use my words if you’d rather avoid that.”
“Could you? Sh-show me?” Techie’s shoulders slumped. “If I think too m-much by myself about my breathing, I start to get light-headed… Having you guide me w-would be comforting.”
Techie was well aware that he was a neurotic, paranoid mess. But maybe Kylo Ren could bring him some peace? He already found him handsome and didn’t mind his company…
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