Techie was suddenly sure of one thing: It was now or never. If he didn’t kiss Kylo now, he’d never work up the nerve to do it. They’d spent hours training, bonding; the timing was right. 

He didn’t let go completely but instead pulled back enough that they were face to face. “I can’t even b-begin to, um, thank you f-for your kindness,” Techie says, reverent. He bites his bottom lip.