[ In a normal reality, he would be planning. Plotting, scheming, thinking about his next move. Their next move. Except right now he doesn't want to. He wants to detach from reality, from the harshness of failure. Ren's weight behind him is a comfort even if his back is exposed (the first rule of command, never show a weak guard).
The tension in all of his muscles feels like it's being warmed away. Sliding out of him like water through their fingers. His eyes flutter shut at the touch in his hair. ]
I will. [ A quiet confirmation– he's not going anywhere. If Ren needs this comfort as much as he does, he'll remain. ]
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The tension in all of his muscles feels like it's being warmed away. Sliding out of him like water through their fingers. His eyes flutter shut at the touch in his hair. ]
I will. [ A quiet confirmation– he's not going anywhere. If Ren needs this comfort as much as he does, he'll remain. ]