[ Ren's anger is palpable. The frustration underneath is also easily picked out—Hux is used to answering in the same fashion. Years of working together with Ren has trained him to respond to violence with violence. Backing down in front of his subordinates had not been an option.
Here it's different. They had an agreement, because the last time they fought, it hadn't ended well for either of them. Hux still felt the residual sting of that when he thought about it. So, instead of lashing out, he takes a deep breathe and exhales in a quiet way. Reaching forward, he grips the front of Ren's shirt and steers him to sit on the bed. ]
Sit, let me look at that wound. [ Strategy point one: change the topic, make them comfortable. Never mind that his own foot was still bleeding, albeit sluggishly. ]
Is she disarmed? [ Not as an inflammatory question as some others he could ask. Hux limps over to the bathroom, coming back with a small bowl of lukewarm water and a rag. ]
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Here it's different. They had an agreement, because the last time they fought, it hadn't ended well for either of them. Hux still felt the residual sting of that when he thought about it. So, instead of lashing out, he takes a deep breathe and exhales in a quiet way. Reaching forward, he grips the front of Ren's shirt and steers him to sit on the bed. ]
Sit, let me look at that wound. [ Strategy point one: change the topic, make them comfortable. Never mind that his own foot was still bleeding, albeit sluggishly. ]
Is she disarmed? [ Not as an inflammatory question as some others he could ask. Hux limps over to the bathroom, coming back with a small bowl of lukewarm water and a rag. ]