Techie takes the drink gratefully and latches onto the edge, guzzling it down with clear enthusiasm and a wide smile. His manners could use some improvement.
“Armitage… h-have you ever wanted to find our mom? Our real mom?” Something about this scene, the two of them together and drinking, felt so domestic and warm. Suddenly it felt wrong to be here without her.
Hux lookd at his whiskey and sipped it.
“As far as everyone is concerned, our mother was our father’s wife,” he said slowly. “I haven’t checked where our birth mother is now. Is… Is this something you would like me to do for you?”
Techie slipped his hand over Armitage’s, eyes warm. “Not for me. For us! Having each other in our l-lives again… It’s amazing, Armie. Don’t you think if would be nice to h-have us all together again?”
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