[ His mind reels over materials and possible designs, only screeching to a halt when he hears that stifled chuckle. He doesn't know how to take it, staring at Ren sitting there cross-legged as if he belongs, then looking at their hands. It's impossible not to think of their wall by the river. Hux wants to launch himself headfirst into the ocean and drown a plethora of unspoken histrionics, yet he stays where he is and observes the strange man next to him. Ben was very different but, then, so was Armitage, yet the former is wildly different in ways that ought to breed concern.
Mewling diverts his attention to the floor: Padme launches herself at the bedside and claws her way up triumphantly while Anakin complains loudly on the floor, wanting to be picked up. Hux taps the hand in his with a finger. ]
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Mewling diverts his attention to the floor: Padme launches herself at the bedside and claws her way up triumphantly while Anakin complains loudly on the floor, wanting to be picked up. Hux taps the hand in his with a finger. ]
You're closer, you get him.