[ If he can't have order anywhere else in his life, he can at least attempt to have it over his own clothing. Perhaps it's a silly gesture, but Hux needs this to keep what little sanity and thought processes he has left.
And thankfully, Kylo Ren makes no move to look at him. Instead, the two of them lay there in the silence, even after he's asked his question. It doesn't bother him that he's not getting an answer from the other man. Though he can basically feel him struggling with some kind of response. No matter if it never comes– he wouldn't blame him. And it would just turn the query into a rhetorical. Nothing is lost.
Except the Force-user is speaking up, words sounding odd. As though he's attempting to apply the filter of his mask to his regular speaking voice. That alone makes his gut twist, uncomfortable with the emotion that's being presented.
Han Solo is dead. This news does not hit him heavily, rather, sinks in his stomach like a slow weight. Hux doesn't have much in the way of knowing Kylo Ren's history, but he does know enough. Would he have been able to kill Brendol Hux? His own father? Every part of him says yes, but familial ties are more difficult to slice than anything else. Closing his eyes, he tries to block out how Ren must've felt. Is still feeling. He doesn't want it echoing around in his own mixed up feelings. ]
A shame. [ Unfortunately, he doesn't know what else to say. Would offering condolences hurt more? He opts to comment on the detail about the scavenger girl and that traitor. Another failing, though this one is shared by them both. ]
Haven't we? [ Uncharacteristically, his voice cracks on the words, reality sharp like a knife between his ribs. It's hard to breathe. Something like a sob catches at the back of his throat and he reaches up, palms pressed in on his eyes.
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Date: 2016-02-15 04:23 pm (UTC)And thankfully, Kylo Ren makes no move to look at him. Instead, the two of them lay there in the silence, even after he's asked his question. It doesn't bother him that he's not getting an answer from the other man. Though he can basically feel him struggling with some kind of response. No matter if it never comes– he wouldn't blame him. And it would just turn the query into a rhetorical. Nothing is lost.
Except the Force-user is speaking up, words sounding odd. As though he's attempting to apply the filter of his mask to his regular speaking voice. That alone makes his gut twist, uncomfortable with the emotion that's being presented.
Han Solo is dead. This news does not hit him heavily, rather, sinks in his stomach like a slow weight. Hux doesn't have much in the way of knowing Kylo Ren's history, but he does know enough. Would he have been able to kill Brendol Hux? His own father? Every part of him says yes, but familial ties are more difficult to slice than anything else. Closing his eyes, he tries to block out how Ren must've felt. Is still feeling. He doesn't want it echoing around in his own mixed up feelings. ]
A shame. [ Unfortunately, he doesn't know what else to say. Would offering condolences hurt more? He opts to comment on the detail about the scavenger girl and that traitor. Another failing, though this one is shared by them both. ]
Haven't we? [ Uncharacteristically, his voice cracks on the words, reality sharp like a knife between his ribs. It's hard to breathe. Something like a sob catches at the back of his throat and he reaches up, palms pressed in on his eyes.
No, he won't. He can't. This is weakness. ]