“F-first order of business: I have no interesting chatter from the s-security cams to report. I did just make a pun though,” Techie laughs before taking a sip of his caf. Deep breaths, boy. You can do this.

“Next item on the, um, l-list… I… want y-you to spar with me sometimes. Teach me a little f-fighting. Please! Obviously you can tell me f-fuck off and forget about it and I’ll leave you al-lone, but I want to be stronger so I’m n-not such a burden on Hux. He’s got enough to w-worry about without having a clumsy, inc-competent brother to look after.”

And if he could spend more time with Kylo Ren… well, Techie wouldn’t complain. Not even a little bit! 

He shifted his weight from side to side, anxious for a response.