[ The hand on his hip stills him. Energy still pulses under his skin but the weighted warmth of Kylo's palm is soothing. Pressed as close as he is, Hux tilts his head down, eyes shutting as he breathes in. He shouldn't find Kylo's distinct smell comforting, but it's there nonetheless. The mental bond between them is laid as bare as he's willing to go, an invitation. ]
I find there's no use in regret. Accept and move on. [ His words are muffled at first, clearing as he looks up at Kylo again, expression searching. ] Do you want this?
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I find there's no use in regret. Accept and move on. [ His words are muffled at first, clearing as he looks up at Kylo again, expression searching. ] Do you want this?