Hux was so engrossed in the sweet, miserable creature curling up inside his jacket that he didn’t even hear Ren’s return approach, so the sudden voice startled him. “Oh my god. You’re actually crying over a stray cat.”
Now he was cringing in shame at letting Ren find him in such a pathetic state. He couldn’t bear to look Ren in the eye, but he glared down at his knees nonetheless. “She’s not a stray! Or she didn’t used to be. She’s wearing a collar. She had a home and a family.” He could barely get the words out in between sniffles and stifled sobs, and he braced himself for the mockery he knew was coming.
Odds of Survival, by @marzarelo
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