[That is probably problematic. There is a stretch of silence before he answers.]
It is only one night.
[This comes out quieter, like he is still trying to process that she’d agreed at all — that he’d found himself so badly needing something solid to prove that Rey was really on his side. That she was interested in what he wanted, and not anything else that others wanted from him.
He might be in the business of judging her — but for this? Not so much.
Unlike Rey, he hadn’t given much thought to the night of the wedding. To him, it was like any other interruption. But now its hard not to call upon that memory — how he had remembered the unexpected weight on his mattress, how...strained it had felt. Would it be the same tonight? He had not thought that far ahead...or to the fact that he only had one bed in the room.
Whoops. So focused on not fucking it up that he might have fucked it up.
Either way, he recognizes that he has run out of things to say and run out of things keeping him from beginning his own evening routine, so he peels himself away again — a little more confidently this time.]
—you may always return if you must retrieve something.
[Its an awkward silence filler as he retreats for the refresher himself. Maybe he’ll just lock himself in there for a while]
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It is only one night.
[This comes out quieter, like he is still trying to process that she’d agreed at all — that he’d found himself so badly needing something solid to prove that Rey was really on his side. That she was interested in what he wanted, and not anything else that others wanted from him.
He might be in the business of judging her — but for this? Not so much.
Unlike Rey, he hadn’t given much thought to the night of the wedding. To him, it was like any other interruption. But now its hard not to call upon that memory — how he had remembered the unexpected weight on his mattress, how...strained it had felt. Would it be the same tonight? He had not thought that far ahead...or to the fact that he only had one bed in the room.
Whoops. So focused on not fucking it up that he might have fucked it up.
Either way, he recognizes that he has run out of things to say and run out of things keeping him from beginning his own evening routine, so he peels himself away again — a little more confidently this time.]
—you may always return if you must retrieve something.
[Its an awkward silence filler as he retreats for the refresher himself.
Maybe he’ll just lock himself in there for a while]