( He considers asking her to hand him the rifle so that he might turn the butt of it downward and break the earth up at their fee that way, but something in the way that her focus fixates and snaps to attention the moment that his hand touches her shoulder puts a stopper in the question and bottles it up enough for him to tuck it away. The ground they tread is uneven and mired with ice, cracks and fissures breaking across the surface with every heavy step. Kylo knows that Rey's trust in him - if it could be even be called that, but because he lacks the vocabulary to define it as anything else and because it certainly couldn't be construed as faith - is shaky at best and following his actions in the tunnel, currently climbing its way back from the bottom of a pit, and while that might not bother him any other given day, their continued survival means cooperation, and that won't happen if they're at odds.
It doesn't mean that they have to agree on everything, but the one thing they can agree on now, at least, is the need to get their hands dirty. Kylo's are much larger than Rey's, but Rey is more experienced at sticking her fingers into the earth and finding something worthwhile lodged within it. They even one another out and meet somewhere in the middle, with Rey's fingers making the indentations necessary to deepen the hole while Kylo leans forward and scoops out a much larger amount than she might be capable of otherwise. It still takes long enough for him to sit back on his haunches and stretch his leg out next to him, wipe sweat from his neck and admire his own preference for wearing gloves. )
Not to any particular degree, no. ( If Rey's comment perturbs him in any way, Kylo doesn't let it show, and if the act that they perpetuate bothers him at all, that doesn't show either. His face is a carefully arranged mask of neutrality, buried underneath the weight of the day that they both feel, the weight of everything they have done up to this point. ) It isn't as if we were friends.
YOU ARE ALMOST THERE YOU CAN DO IT. also i apologize for short/crap tags i've been sick this week
It doesn't mean that they have to agree on everything, but the one thing they can agree on now, at least, is the need to get their hands dirty. Kylo's are much larger than Rey's, but Rey is more experienced at sticking her fingers into the earth and finding something worthwhile lodged within it. They even one another out and meet somewhere in the middle, with Rey's fingers making the indentations necessary to deepen the hole while Kylo leans forward and scoops out a much larger amount than she might be capable of otherwise. It still takes long enough for him to sit back on his haunches and stretch his leg out next to him, wipe sweat from his neck and admire his own preference for wearing gloves. )
Not to any particular degree, no. ( If Rey's comment perturbs him in any way, Kylo doesn't let it show, and if the act that they perpetuate bothers him at all, that doesn't show either. His face is a carefully arranged mask of neutrality, buried underneath the weight of the day that they both feel, the weight of everything they have done up to this point. ) It isn't as if we were friends.
( Or even friendly. )