“Fuck, th-that’s an unfair question! I love ev- all of, um, all of my f-friends, okay?”

Techie is all smiles, touching his gently fingertips to Phasma’s chrome-plated arms as though he’s afraid she’ll vanish under them. He was the one who had vanished, actually, and now it’s like Phasma is his tether; solid, strong to the touch. 

Techie takes a moment to ease into the hug, arms awkwardly extending at an angle to wrap around their shoulders. “Th-thanks,” he whispers into the hug, feeling overcome with emotion. “I, um. I needed this, t-today.”