“Oh, uh. It’s my sh-shift! I have to be on t-time,” Techie explains as he hops into his technician overalls, slipping them on right over his casual clothes. Usually he’d try and take a sonic first, but any longer and his supervisor will yell at him.
“I know you w-want to help me, but… People will notice, right? If I get, er, special t-treatment.” Now he’s frantically smoothing down his hair and tying it back with a blue hairband.
“I suppose they might,” he sighed. “But it’s just… I don’t know, whenever you have to go, I feel like there is something wrong. Will you stop by after work? I would love to perhaps share a glass of some sort of liquor?”
“Sure!” Techie grins. He won’t tell Armitage just yet that he doesn’t drink. That’s sure to be a heavy conversation. “I’ll comm you wh-when I get done,” he says, picking up his toolbelt and giving Hux a sideways, one-armed hug. There’s real affection in his eyes.
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