[The water starts running almost immediately, and keeps running for most of the time Kylo Ren is hidden behind that door. There are occassional interruptions of flow as he makes use of it (to brush his teeth, to wash his face — several times, to get the red out of it and to try and curb the nausea). Somewhere in the middle of it, he hears the microwave beep to confirm that she is still in the room.
He doesn’t think that she will leave, percisely, but now that he has gained some distance, he quickly realizes that he is way out of his depth. His outburst had likely been fueledby Rey’s compassionate heart, so close to his space. The Force Bond was rapidly looping back around to being an inconvenience.
Teeth brushed, face washed, tunic removed and pants replaced; he has no real reason to stay in the refresher any longer. But he spends some time listening to Rey shift around in his room, reaching with the Force for a clearer picture. She is nervous — that is almost a comfort, as much as it makes his nausea worse.
He opens the door and steps out, vaguely aware of the fact that his bare chest will probably elicit a reaction as it usually does. But this was how he slept — and he doesnt really possess any clothing comfortable enough to wear to bed, so he tries not to think too hard about it.
He pauses to glance at Rey at the table, and then slowly moves for the...one bed in the room. Granted, its a very large bed. Kylo Ren was tall, and spent too much of his time in here not to have a large bed. But he has no appetite to eat thanks to all the nervous energy in the room.
He sits on its edge and watches her, back straight, one hand on each knee. He’d imagined it might be easier to relax, now that they’ve passed this strange wall between them but — it isn’t.]
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He doesn’t think that she will leave, percisely, but now that he has gained some distance, he quickly realizes that he is way out of his depth. His outburst had likely been fueledby Rey’s compassionate heart, so close to his space. The Force Bond was rapidly looping back around to being an inconvenience.
Teeth brushed, face washed, tunic removed and pants replaced; he has no real reason to stay in the refresher any longer. But he spends some time listening to Rey shift around in his room, reaching with the Force for a clearer picture. She is nervous — that is almost a comfort, as much as it makes his nausea worse.
He opens the door and steps out, vaguely aware of the fact that his bare chest will probably elicit a reaction as it usually does. But this was how he slept — and he doesnt really possess any clothing comfortable enough to wear to bed, so he tries not to think too hard about it.
He pauses to glance at Rey at the table, and then slowly moves for the...one bed in the room. Granted, its a very large bed. Kylo Ren was tall, and spent too much of his time in here not to have a large bed. But he has no appetite to eat thanks to all the nervous energy in the room.
He sits on its edge and watches her, back straight, one hand on each knee. He’d imagined it might be easier to relax, now that they’ve passed this strange wall between them but — it isn’t.]