[ It isn't like him to skip over details. Especially when something is right in front of him. As it is now—Ren is laid out on his bed, sans shirt, motions idle. Hux hasn't seen him so relaxed in possibly as long as he's known him. So when Ren tenses out of his more meditative state, he feels a slight twinge of regret at speaking up.
That isn't precisely going to stop him.
Padding over to the bed, he perches at the edge on one side, mattress dipping under his weight. One leg is pulled up as he sits half-Indian style so it's easier to turn to Ren and look at him. There's a moment of hesitation before he commits to the motion more thoroughly, sliding to sit next to Ren's hip. Reaching forward, his fingertips set lightly on the scar on Ren's side. A leftover from Starkiller's destruction. It left physical marks on him, opposed to Hux's mental ones. Stopping the motion, he lightly lays his hand on Ren's abdomen, fingers fanned out. ]
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Date: 2016-09-15 03:23 am (UTC)That isn't precisely going to stop him.
Padding over to the bed, he perches at the edge on one side, mattress dipping under his weight. One leg is pulled up as he sits half-Indian style so it's easier to turn to Ren and look at him. There's a moment of hesitation before he commits to the motion more thoroughly, sliding to sit next to Ren's hip. Reaching forward, his fingertips set lightly on the scar on Ren's side. A leftover from Starkiller's destruction. It left physical marks on him, opposed to Hux's mental ones. Stopping the motion, he lightly lays his hand on Ren's abdomen, fingers fanned out. ]
Would you let me do that again?