Techie’s gaze darts across the room like he’s scanning for cameras or listening devices. After a pregnant pause, he whispers, “Armitage, I… I like men.” He swallows dryly and clutches at the hem of his oversized yellow sleeves.
All in one rushed, breathless gasp, Techie blurts, “I’m s-sorry! I don’t know h-how the First Order feels in th-these matters-! B-but I’ll keep it quiet if y-y-you w-want me to! I swear! Or I can l-leave if that’s not okay!” His voice is high and desperate as he frantically reaches for Hux, seeking his touch in reassurance.
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