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.
“It’s- um…” Techie bites his bottom lip and shifts his weight from side to side. This part might be even harder than coming out.
What if Armitage disapproves? He doesn’t think he could handle that! Only recently has he let himself hold some hope in his heart, to let himself dream.
And most of his daydreams are about…
“Kylo Ren.”
“It was a good thing that Hux wasn’t drinking or he would have spit out the drink in surprise. He must have misheard it, right? The shock on his face was evident.
“Kylo Ren?” As if repeating the name would change it. “How? Why? Doesn’t he drive you insane?” Was there a side to that buffoon that Hux didn’t know?
Techie looks surprised as well. “Insane? N-no, not at all! He’s been nothing but a gentleman, and, um, Commander Ren has even been helping m-me with my anxiety!”
Did he not act the same with Armitage? “Is he, uh, n-not nice to you?”
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