[He does not. For all that he craves at the moment— feels the dig of it down to the marrow of his bones, that spiral of need and want and his inability to loose the rigid hold of his own teeth like an animal with a meal between its jaws— straining for closeness isn't one of them. Not here, not with Hux, who so often covets his privacy. Instead, Ren takes a single step closer— two— and then stops completely.
Chews miserably on the start of words he isn't certain how to form.]
I've failed.
[Like a scolded child he twitches where he stands, eyes lowered in an expression he's worn only once before when facing the full bitterness of Snoke's wrath. At the General's side, no less. How ironic.]
no subject
Chews miserably on the start of words he isn't certain how to form.]
I've failed.
[Like a scolded child he twitches where he stands, eyes lowered in an expression he's worn only once before when facing the full bitterness of Snoke's wrath. At the General's side, no less. How ironic.]