>Foxglove speaking< How are your wounds? Do you need anything?

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“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

“I’m glad.”, the blonde said with a genuine smile. “It seems that being here with us agrees with you.”

She looked him over and gave an approving nod. The man looked a far cry better than he did when her men had found him. He seemed a bit more relaxed as well.

She had made sure that he had access to all manner of comforts – if he wanted it. To be honest, she spoiled him. The poor thing deserved it after all that he had been through.

Foxglove pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and held it up questioningly. She wouldn’t touch him unless he was ok with it.

At first, he didn’t understand what the handkerchief was for. Once it dawned on him after a few moments of confused silence, Techie’s lips twitched upwards. “Yeah, th-that’s okay. I don’t mind.” He stood up from his uncomfortable crouch and went over to Foxglove, standing as still as he could with his trembling for her to get at the dirt.

He briefly remembered his own handkerchief (currently covered in grease from fixing some pipes in the sub levels.) Foxglove really had spoiled him, and he felt like he could never do anything great enough to make it up to her.

So what do you think of Matt little crush? Is he cute?

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“Oh I think he’s a darling fella. Of course I had to do some… research on him to ensure he was good for Mattie, but her definitely checks out. Cute button nose, adorably dorky giggle, Matt definitely has good taste…”:

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“ w-what are you taking about? Kess please tell me you didn’t tell him?!”

“Tell who? I said nothing to the cute orange boy, don’t worry!”

“ he’s my best friend and I just don’t want anything to get ruined.”

“I’d never talk to your friend without you knowing! Your secret is safe with me.”

“ thanks kess I’m sorry I flipped out on you.”

“Did I… m-miss something?” Secret? What secret? Techie got a little nervous. What if Matt was getting transferred off Starkiller? He’d walked into the conversation too late to overhear.

“ techie you’re here.” He asked his face flushing.

“ did you hear any of that?”

“I heard enough t-to be worried… Matt, did something happen? Are you in t-trouble?” Techie went over to Matt and gently placed his hand on his broad shoulder, distressed.

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He swallowed hard, head spinning. What more could he do but comply? Techie slid in another one of his deft fingers, making good use of the callouses at the tips while he relentless stroked that sensitive bundle of nerves. “You’re d-driving me crazy,” Techie gasps. “Ah- I c-can’t… mmm! Inside, please-!” 

The thought of penetrating Kylo made his cock jerk, precum sliding off the tip. Techie rarely slept with somebody he wasn’t in love with, and Kylo wasn’t the exception to the rule. He’d fallen; truly, madly, deeply. That’s why this was so special: the two of them breathing hard in the low-light, skin-to-skin, lost in pleasure. Everything together.

“’M going to p-push in,” Techie warns between heated kisses onto Kylo’s back.

“Yes…please…Techie, please!” Thoughts spilled out of the most erotic places in his mind, and he wanted more, all of it, all at once. Wanted to be full and filled by him, wanted to let Techie take him apart and put him together and maybe take a piece home anyway, and—-he was in so deep. But the fire in his blood and the blood in his cock didn’t care.

He tilts his hips to make it easier. He’s not practiced but he knows what he’s doing, how to slow him down from the bottom if he has to. But he’s got not interest in slowing Techie down.

‘-please fuck me-‘ he whispers in his head, not even aware he did it. It was all physical sensation overload and his mind was doing what it wanted.

This is what heaven feels like, for sure. Techie’s slipping inside, and Kylo’s body coaxes him in deeper until he’s all the way seated; balls pressed flush against Kylo’s ass. Shit, he’s so tight and hot.

He works his hips back and forth in shallow thrusts to give Kylo time to adjust, but this proves too stimulating and Techie moans wantonly, desperate to fuck him hard, harder and better than anyone had ever fucked him before.

If this possesive streak surprised him, Techie didn’t show it; he started to snap his hips at a punishing pace while laying claim to Kylo with love bites all over his back, his free hand reaching around to thumb at Kylo’s sensitive tip.

His hands fist tighter in the sheets under him, and he dips his forehead to the mattress, arching his back a little higher as well. He feels exquisitely full, and he’s getting such a major chemical rush that he’s nearly in tears.

He keened into the mattress once Techies pace sped up and he felt teeth sink into his skin. His mind was still whispering to Techie’s as his emotions and dopamine boiled

yes yes please yesmore fuck me yeswant stars Techie yes useme yes Tech-

He sucked in an audible breath when Techie’s hand touched him, face falling back to the mattress again and bucking into his hand while he fucked him from the other side, blissed out and nearly begging, whimpering and moaning his name.

All of Kylo’s thoughts were bleeding into his mind, multiplying Techie’s pleasure sevenfold. Every part of his body thrummed with euphoria and a rushing pulse. Sweat dripped from him onto Kylo’s skin as he lost himself in the rythymn of his hips and the inviting heat that enveloped him.

“F-Fuh, I’m g-gonna go crazy! You’re s-so tight, nn,” he moaned, high on sex and aiming for Kylo’s sweet spot. Once he found it, Techie pounded at it mercilessly, desperate for his partner’s approval. “So good, shit! Mmm, Kylo-”

“ hey techie what to join for lunch?” -@ask-Matttheradartechnician-

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Techie looked up from his desk, startled at first. When he saw it was Matt, the tension drained from his shoulders. He was the only other person who had the pass-code to his quarters, so Techie shouldn’t have been scared (but old habits die hard.) “S-Sure!” He gently put down the copper figure he’d been working on and stood up from the chair, straightening out his back with a pop.

Matt laughed watched the man jump at his words. The man really did seem to frighten all too easily, he should have known better than to pop in on him like this. He looked down at the wires that had been placed on the desk.

“ working on anything interesting?” He asked as they left the mans quarters.

Techie walked with him side by side through the corridors, their arms brushing. “Interesting? W-Well, I was making a wire friend for myself. Any loose w-wires I find and twist em up. You can m-make really cool stuff like that! One time I made a, uh, mini-me.”

Techie half expects Matt to only pretend to be listening, or not to care about what he’s saying. No, he reminds himself firmly. Matt is my friend. My only friend. He’s not like that.

Techie’s hand twitches. He wishes Matt wasn’t only his friend…

Matt couldn’t help but to laugh when he heard what techie was doing in his quarters. He found the mans hobby rather as he had said interesting. Not everyone would have the imagination or skill to want to turn scraps of wire into figures.

“ oh that is interesting, sounds like fun. You have to show me some of them some time. Especially that mini you one that sounds cute. Maybe you can make one of me sometime. What do you say?”

He bumped his side into techies playfully as they walked Into the cafe. He was silent while he went to grab his food which was never really what he wanted it never was with the Order. He waited for techie to get his food before finding them an empty table to sit at.

Techie nodded eagerly, pleased to be given permission to make a wire friend of Matt! The thought had crossed his mind before, but it had seemed creepy at the time. With Matt’s go ahead? He would do it.

Tray loaded up with food he’d not be able to stomach, Techie slips into the seat next to Matt and tries to ignore people’s stares. They look at him like he’s a side-show at a circus; a freak to be oogled. Doubly so when he’s with Mattie. Already there are rumors about them.

“I was th-thinking of selling some,” he whispers to Matt, snug against his side and food untouched. “Yours will b-be, um, free though. Obviously.”

Matt looked at techies tray full of food knowing he probably wouldn’t be eating much or if any of it. The man always seemed to do this whenever he went to the caf with matt which wasn’t too often. Matt didn’t care that he looked like he was eating like normal. The reason he invited techie to Luch was to make sure he at least ate something no matter how small that amount was.

His eyes wondered around the caf as he could feel the eyes on them. It wasn’t anything unusual as they always seemed to draw stares. They never were the most popular people on the ship but that didn’t matter. Matt didn’t need any one other than techie.

“ don’t worry about them. They don’t know anything about you. Just ignore them okay?” He knocked his foot against techies as he spoke.

He looked up from his lunch when techie spoke of selling the figures. He had not doubt that he could make some money selling them seeing how cute they looked. A smile spread on his face. If techie had wanted to charge him he would have happily paid the price. Still knowing he wasn’t made him happy.

“Thanks. I’ll see if I can drum up some business for you.”

When Matt glanced at his tray, Techie turned a bright pink. Oh. He’d forgotten all about eating… Matt was more important; always. He picks up a plastic spork and pushes the food around while he says, “I’ll try.”

Matt said to ignore them, so he’s got to try, at least! After a few moments of comfortable silence with his best friend, Techie was able to push their judgmental gazes from his mind.

When he spoke up once again, tucking some of his long red hair behind an ear, Techie smiled and said, “You d-don’t have to. Aren’t you on bad t-terms with your, um, coworkers as it is? If you start ‘p-peddling my wares’ they’ll be pissed, right?” Stars, he wanted Matt’s life to be perfect. But there was very little he could do to help.

“ you don’t have to eat everything just try to eat something that’s all I’m asking. It’s not good to not eat as much as you do.”

Matt would always worry about techie. It didn’t seem anyone else was going to do that for him so he would gladly make sure other man was taking care of himself like he was supposed to.

He knew why people didn’t like him too much. It was because they thought he was Kylo Ren so did there best to just skirt around him and avoid him. He didn’t care too much as he’d prefer to work alone anyways.

“ yeah You can say that again. They think I’m Kylo Ren.”he whispered under his breath so only techie could hear.

He didn’t care what the others thought of him only what the red head next to him thought. The wire figures he made were cute anyways so he didn’t think people could get too mad at him for trying to sell them but he’d thought that before only to have it bite him in the butt.

He leaned his shoulder to bump it into techies. That was the only form of contact he was brave enough to show to the other man. Anymore and he was afraid it would make the other man uncomfortable and he could afford to lose the only firend he had on the ship. All because he had a little crush on the guy.

“ don’t worry about me I’ll be fine.”

Techie takes a spoonful of mysterious brown protein mush and swallows it down with an audible shudder. Yuck. “Wh-what the fuck was that? Leftovers from f-four years ago?” he jokes, giving Matt that cute little lopsided smile. This specific variant, with the crinkles at the edges of his eyes and the hint of dimples, was reserved just for Matt. “I’d k-kill for some pizza.”

At Matt’s whispered confession, Techie shot him a quizzical glance. “Kylo Ren? R-Really?” He asked this very quietly, as though mentioning him would summon the volatile man. “Well, you…” Techie trailed off, realizing what he’d been about to say.

You’re both ridiculously handsome.

“Neverm-mind,” he said, too quickly. “I don’t s-see a resemblance.” He picked some more at his food before working up his courage to say, “I’ll worry about you anyway, Mattie.”

Matt feels sympathetic for techie. The man never eats hardly and when he does it has to be tasteless mush. If he could get him pizza he would he would get him anything he wanted ifnot kept him happy. He laughs full out at his joke not caring who could hear.

The look on techies face as he smile makes Matt’s knees slightly weak it always did. Thank the lord he was sitting down then bithe would do almost anything to keep having the ginger look at him in that way.

He looks quizzically at the ginger next to him as he stops mid sentence. Techie was going to say something and that quipped Matt’s intrest. It could be hard to get the other technician to talk about something when he didn’t want to but matt thought he could make him speak.

“ well I want?” He asked as he leaned in closer to look at him.

“ you don’t see a resemblance really I find that hard to believe?…I can let you on to a little secret if you promise to keep it?”

Techie’s wide eyes meet Matt’s, and he knows he’s been caught. “I was g-going to say th-that… you’re both, um, handsome,” he squeaks. The truth slips out of him and he’s terrified of what Matt will say! Will this make their friendship awkward? It’s far from a love confession, but maybe he can spot the adoration on Techie’s face and will pull back.

“I’m n-not good at secrets,” Techie admits. He’s unconsciously scooted a few inches away from Matt so their thighs no longer brush. Even that tiny bit of contact feels like a sensory overload right now. “But! I’ll work really h-hard to keep yours!”

Lips locked with a padlock, zippered shut, tightened with tape, sealed with superglue. Matt’s secret is precious cargo and Techie won’t allow himself to betray that.

“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters

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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

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His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.

He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!

As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.

Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.

The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.

He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.

Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”

Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.

Mitaka smiles to the other omegas and nods. “Go start a new life..find someone who you love as much as I love my Techie.. “ He says, blushing softly. “No one is going to try to stop you.. go… have fun.”

His heart swells in his chest, so proud of his mate. The omegas high-tail it out of there after expressing their gratitude, leaving the two of them alone once more. “Dopheld, th-that was beautiful,” Techie smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist. His eyes water a little from thr overwhelming love he’s drowning in right now.

Techie takes Dopheld’s hand and presses it to his lips, pulse spiking.

Mitaka preens lightly and blushes brighter. “ I-it’s true..” He says softly before wrapping his arms loosely around Techie’s neck and kissing him softly. “I love you more than anything..” He whispers softly. He could feel his own heart beat racing in his chest. He didn’t know if it was his heat coming on again or just pure adoration of his lover, but he felt delightfully giddy.

Techie shivers, pulling them flush against each other; skin-to-skin. They probably shouldn’t start making out in a random alleyway. Yet Techie feels high on affection and victory: Dopheld is HIS and two more people joined the ranks of the free. With each sweet kiss, Techie’s head goes fuzzier and the touches grow more heated.

That’s why he’s loathe to spoil the mood, but there’s something important they have to discuss…

“Phel, I n-need to ask you something.”

Mitaka moans softly and looks up at him with his big brown eyes and kisses him softly. He smiles softly and nuzzles him softly. He could feel Techie’s unease through the bond and it made him slightly worried. “Anything Love..” He says softly.

“If… If one of th-the other omegas want to tag along too, wh-what should I do? I want to help them, but, uh. If that m-makes you feel bad…” Two different instincts were at war here.

Mitaka lets out a breath he hadn’t realized that he’d been holding before gently draping his arms around Techie’s neck and kissing him softly. “I’m not the jealous type, love. As long as they respect my boundaries and don’t try to take you from me I’m fine with it.” He says softly.

He perks up and breathes a relieved sigh to match his omega’s. “That’s g-good! Because it happens more often than y-you’d think, but Dopheld… You’re special. In every way.” Techie seems ready to lose himself in Dopheld’s kisses right there in the alley, but he remembers where they are and what they’re supposed to be doing. “It’s getting late,” he murmurs against his love’s lips. “Do you w-want to stay in a motel?”

“Well hello, Billiam,” Kess beamed, pulling over a chair and sitting across from him at his workbench, “How are you?”

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“B-Billiam?” Techie couldn’t stop the helpless laugh that slipped past his lips. That nickname was a first! He took in the woman’s appearance and scrunched up his brows in thought once the giggles dissolved. Hardly anyone approached him unless they knew Matt or wanted him to do their shift. She didn’t look like a tech, at least. “Are you… Matt’s f-friend?” Putting his toolbox aside to clear space on the workbench for her, Techie gave her a small, lopsided smile.

“Yeah, I know Mattie,” She replied with a chuckle, her eyes meeting his. She studied his gaze with admiration. She heard rumors about suffering he endured, and it was only confirmed by the technology in his stare. Techie had been through hell, and here he was giggling at her nickname for him. She liked that about him.

“You have a nice laugh, it compliments your smile.” Kess offered a smile of her own. “Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with my datapad. …Not that I came here just for that by the way. I had to meet you! Matt says you’re very sweet.”

Techie turned as red as his hair. Obviously, he can’t hide his emotions very well. His face gives him away each and every time. “He’s exaggerat-ting, that’s for sure… but okay! L-Let me take a look at it.”

Once he realizes that she has yet to introduce herself, Techie asks shyly, “Um, wh-what’s your name? Matt talks about a "K-Kess” a lot. Is that you?“

So what do you think of Matt little crush? Is he cute?

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“Oh I think he’s a darling fella. Of course I had to do some… research on him to ensure he was good for Mattie, but her definitely checks out. Cute button nose, adorably dorky giggle, Matt definitely has good taste…”:

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“ w-what are you taking about? Kess please tell me you didn’t tell him?!”

“Tell who? I said nothing to the cute orange boy, don’t worry!”

“ he’s my best friend and I just don’t want anything to get ruined.”

“I’d never talk to your friend without you knowing! Your secret is safe with me.”

“ thanks kess I’m sorry I flipped out on you.”

“Did I… m-miss something?” Secret? What secret? Techie got a little nervous. What if Matt was getting transferred off Starkiller? He’d walked into the conversation too late to overhear.

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Techie relaxes into the mattress, looking up from the pillow as if something she’d said drained the tension from his body. “Nao,” he whispers to her like it’s a secret, a smile in his voice. “In case you d-didn’t get the memo… I’M a big stupid loser.” He meant it, actually. Techie’s self-esteem lay so far underground that it could hit the planet’s core. And yet, though somewhat misguided, Nao was praising him.

If being a “big stupid loser” meant he hadn’t let this cruel world make him unfeeling or hardened… that was alright by Techie. “I’ve never b-been normal, and if ‘normal’ is treating oth-thers like garbage, I’d rather be weird.” 

Something about this felt like a teaching moment, as though in some alternate universe he’d been her father and had the responsibility of guiding Nao through life. It was a pleasant idea. Heaven knows Techie hardly felt useful or needed. Maybe he was here, a little bit.

She didn’t dare look at Techie in the silence that followed due to the tightening in her throat. If she did, he’d see the tears that were dangerously close to spilling and if she spoke, he’d hear the weak wavering accompanied by wanting to cry but holding back. ‘Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What are you crying for, huh? Because that snivelling loser reminds you of your difficult, dumb and dead brother? He was kind too and look where it got him.’ Her cruel thoughts did little to make her feel better but it did remind her that Techie was wrong.

“T-Then you’ll just die like the rest of them! Probably in some trash heap forgotten and unmourned!” She snapped at him, voice still full of sadness but sharp enough to indicate she was angry. She rolled over with her back to Techie and pulled the blanket over her head so she could be disconsolate in peace.

Techie’s mouth fell open, at a loss for words. Obviously Nao had lived through something horrible to hold all these cynical thoughts so close to her heart. Being bitter and sad should be for lonely 34 year olds like him, not for kids. His chest tightened with sympathetic pain. Did she ever even get to be a child in peace?

“I’m s-sorry,” he apologizes quietly. “I didn’t mean to, uh, upset you…” Techie let her have as much of the blanket as she wanted and settled in under the sliver left over. His eyes were still wide open, staring at the ceiling and knowing he’d be getting little to no sleep. But he had an idea.

“Nao… My brother w-would mourn me. So would Matt. And… maybe you w-would. As long as I h-had people that cared about me, it’s okay if I d-die in a trash heap.”

“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters

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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

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His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.

He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!

As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.

Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.

The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.

He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.

Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”

Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.

Mitaka smiles to the other omegas and nods. “Go start a new life..find someone who you love as much as I love my Techie.. “ He says, blushing softly. “No one is going to try to stop you.. go… have fun.”

His heart swells in his chest, so proud of his mate. The omegas high-tail it out of there after expressing their gratitude, leaving the two of them alone once more. “Dopheld, th-that was beautiful,” Techie smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist. His eyes water a little from thr overwhelming love he’s drowning in right now.

Techie takes Dopheld’s hand and presses it to his lips, pulse spiking.

Mitaka preens lightly and blushes brighter. “ I-it’s true..” He says softly before wrapping his arms loosely around Techie’s neck and kissing him softly. “I love you more than anything..” He whispers softly. He could feel his own heart beat racing in his chest. He didn’t know if it was his heat coming on again or just pure adoration of his lover, but he felt delightfully giddy.

Techie shivers, pulling them flush against each other; skin-to-skin. They probably shouldn’t start making out in a random alleyway. Yet Techie feels high on affection and victory: Dopheld is HIS and two more people joined the ranks of the free. With each sweet kiss, Techie’s head goes fuzzier and the touches grow more heated.

That’s why he’s loathe to spoil the mood, but there’s something important they have to discuss…

“Phel, I n-need to ask you something.”

Mitaka moans softly and looks up at him with his big brown eyes and kisses him softly. He smiles softly and nuzzles him softly. He could feel Techie’s unease through the bond and it made him slightly worried. “Anything Love..” He says softly.

“If… If one of th-the other omegas want to tag along too, wh-what should I do? I want to help them, but, uh. If that m-makes you feel bad…” Two different instincts were at war here.