( Her retaliation isn't completely unexpected, but the severity of it is a little surprising in its own right, given the close quarters that they've circled and stepped into over the last several hours. Even if the physical contact between them had been a projection of their meditative state, he can remember the weight distribution of her hand on his shoulder as she crouched next to him, pulled him to his feet, and the contouring of her hand in his palm as he had shifted their perspective from her warped and Corellian-influenced landscape of Jakku to the harsh chill of Starkiller Base. It reprimands him in some way and sets the scale back at even where their relationship - for lack of a better term - is concerned.
He glances down at her as soon as the tension in her arm becomes great enough that he either needs to let go of her or literally start dragging her bodily along next to him, so much larger is the span of his stride when she's not working within her own right to even the difference out. They're about halfway back already, so he stops short in his trek back to base camp but doesn't immediately let go of her as he continues to look down at her, searching her face for something that he's not even sure of. All he finds there is clear and bright indignation, from the firm line of her mouth, balanced around the growl of her tone as she spat it out at him, up to the hard set of her eyes, couched around the beginnings of a scowl that Kylo is decidedly becoming very familiar with. From the lines and angles of her face, he looks down to where his hand is still wrapped around her arm just above and behind her elbow, and remembers quite suddenly the way he had grabbed her during the mindwalk, red marks standing out on her skin like individual brands. )
I wasn't dragging you. Don't be so melodramatic. ( Kylo lets her go with a flourish all the same, forcing her arm up in his grip before he releases it to drop easily back down to her side where it belongs. He turns and continues walking without any indication to her as to whether or not she should follow, but it's really the only available option to her, especially as he keeps chatting at her as he slides over a long-fallen tree, rotting bark and foliage scattered around it. ) Not every hand that extends itself to you is a criticism of something that you can't do, you know. Everyone around you is perfectly aware that you're a capable person, mostly because you spend so much time proving it to them whenever you get a chance to make sure that they don't forget . ( His boots hit the ground harder than is necessary and splash dirty water, strewn with leaves, all the way up to his knees. Mud coats his boots up to the ankles. ) You've obviously mastered the art of walking on your own, at the very least.
( Impressive, for a scavenger, he almost bites out at her after but thinks better of it at the last moment. It would be inviting a fight when he doesn't have the patience or the energy for it, and it would be better for them not to be on opposing sides once the time comes to do what they will have to do in order to leave the planet. As if considering this, Kylo glances up through the trees to the sky, almost half-expecting to see a Star Destroyer blotting out the light from up above. The sky is clear, of course, but he can't shake the thought that the wind is full of whispers that have nothing to do with nature itself. Something is coming, and not just Rey slipping through the brush behind him. )
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He glances down at her as soon as the tension in her arm becomes great enough that he either needs to let go of her or literally start dragging her bodily along next to him, so much larger is the span of his stride when she's not working within her own right to even the difference out. They're about halfway back already, so he stops short in his trek back to base camp but doesn't immediately let go of her as he continues to look down at her, searching her face for something that he's not even sure of. All he finds there is clear and bright indignation, from the firm line of her mouth, balanced around the growl of her tone as she spat it out at him, up to the hard set of her eyes, couched around the beginnings of a scowl that Kylo is decidedly becoming very familiar with. From the lines and angles of her face, he looks down to where his hand is still wrapped around her arm just above and behind her elbow, and remembers quite suddenly the way he had grabbed her during the mindwalk, red marks standing out on her skin like individual brands. )
I wasn't dragging you. Don't be so melodramatic. ( Kylo lets her go with a flourish all the same, forcing her arm up in his grip before he releases it to drop easily back down to her side where it belongs. He turns and continues walking without any indication to her as to whether or not she should follow, but it's really the only available option to her, especially as he keeps chatting at her as he slides over a long-fallen tree, rotting bark and foliage scattered around it. ) Not every hand that extends itself to you is a criticism of something that you can't do, you know. Everyone around you is perfectly aware that you're a capable person, mostly because you spend so much time proving it to them whenever you get a chance to make sure that they don't forget . ( His boots hit the ground harder than is necessary and splash dirty water, strewn with leaves, all the way up to his knees. Mud coats his boots up to the ankles. ) You've obviously mastered the art of walking on your own, at the very least.
( Impressive, for a scavenger, he almost bites out at her after but thinks better of it at the last moment. It would be inviting a fight when he doesn't have the patience or the energy for it, and it would be better for them not to be on opposing sides once the time comes to do what they will have to do in order to leave the planet. As if considering this, Kylo glances up through the trees to the sky, almost half-expecting to see a Star Destroyer blotting out the light from up above. The sky is clear, of course, but he can't shake the thought that the wind is full of whispers that have nothing to do with nature itself. Something is coming, and not just Rey slipping through the brush behind him. )