( How helpful, he thinks, and only belatedly realizes that he's thought in a way that's broadcasted itself across the open line of their channel, like blaring an access code across the holonet. Kylo scowls, annoyed with her and annoyed with himself and not in the least bit sorry that he's projected something acerbic and pithy at her, only that he didn't say it aloud in the first place. He straightens up, both of his knees cracking as he does so, and gives Rey space to work without running the risk of being bitten by her in the off-chance that she decides to revert back to feral desert rat.
When she begins barking into the comm at Chewbacca - whose voice makes him feel uneasy in a hundred different ways and his flank pulse with remembered pain - before turning around to bark orders at him, Kylo decides that he's had enough. It's either orbit around her like a moon as he gets more and more frustrated with her and with his predicament until he or something on the ship explodes, or remove himself from the situation entirely and retreat somewhere far enough away from her that they won't affect one another's presence. There's little that he can offer as far as contribution to keeping the ship hurtling through hyperspace goes, as much as it pains his pride to admit it, and he is out of things to say to her that don't involve insulting her or goading her into an argument just for the sake of fighting with her.
So Rey brushes by him crankily and grabs her tools with probably more force than is required, and Kylo spends an appropriate amount of time trying to burn holes in her back with the weight of his scowl alone before resolving to not only do as she's requested but also make himself useful in other ways. )
Alert me when we're in Roche space.
( He says it on his way out the door, long, heavy strides carrying him out of the secondary hold before Rey has the chance to either argue with him - likely - or apologize - extremely unlikely. The layout of the ship is as familiar as the back of his hand at this point, after having the winding corridors refreshed over a collection of hours. Even so, it's a very short trip to the main hold, which is thankfully empty. It's also uncomfortably close to the cockpit, where he assumes the Wookie is, but there's little to be done about that. The ship is large but not so large that he's going to go the entire journey without literally running into walking carpet. Kylo assumes that Chewbacca is going out of his way to avoid him entirely, too, and he's just fine with that.
He ignores the low sofa curving around the Dejarik board and settles on the cold floor next to the control terminal, back against the wall, eyes on the door. If Rey is so intent to stretch herself thin despite his warnings about the Knights - logically, it's their only option, but annoyed as he is with her, he's not going to give her that much in the security of his own frustrated anger - then he's at least going to try and repair the fractured crack of his mind as best he can. And if he can't sleep, then meditation is the next best thing he can do, both for himself and for the other individuals currently aboard the ship. And for the ship itself, if his encounter with the heating unit is anything to go by.
The Millennium Falcon hums around Kylo as it continues hurtling through hyperspace, and he tries to focus on stripping away all the lacquer coating and coloring his anger, melting it away until he should be able to concentrate on the purest part of the emotion in itself, an exposed, pulsing vein of power. Should be.
more valuable skillsets for the real world
When she begins barking into the comm at Chewbacca - whose voice makes him feel uneasy in a hundred different ways and his flank pulse with remembered pain - before turning around to bark orders at him, Kylo decides that he's had enough. It's either orbit around her like a moon as he gets more and more frustrated with her and with his predicament until he or something on the ship explodes, or remove himself from the situation entirely and retreat somewhere far enough away from her that they won't affect one another's presence. There's little that he can offer as far as contribution to keeping the ship hurtling through hyperspace goes, as much as it pains his pride to admit it, and he is out of things to say to her that don't involve insulting her or goading her into an argument just for the sake of fighting with her.
So Rey brushes by him crankily and grabs her tools with probably more force than is required, and Kylo spends an appropriate amount of time trying to burn holes in her back with the weight of his scowl alone before resolving to not only do as she's requested but also make himself useful in other ways. )
Alert me when we're in Roche space.
( He says it on his way out the door, long, heavy strides carrying him out of the secondary hold before Rey has the chance to either argue with him - likely - or apologize - extremely unlikely. The layout of the ship is as familiar as the back of his hand at this point, after having the winding corridors refreshed over a collection of hours. Even so, it's a very short trip to the main hold, which is thankfully empty. It's also uncomfortably close to the cockpit, where he assumes the Wookie is, but there's little to be done about that. The ship is large but not so large that he's going to go the entire journey without literally running into walking carpet. Kylo assumes that Chewbacca is going out of his way to avoid him entirely, too, and he's just fine with that.
He ignores the low sofa curving around the Dejarik board and settles on the cold floor next to the control terminal, back against the wall, eyes on the door. If Rey is so intent to stretch herself thin despite his warnings about the Knights - logically, it's their only option, but annoyed as he is with her, he's not going to give her that much in the security of his own frustrated anger - then he's at least going to try and repair the fractured crack of his mind as best he can. And if he can't sleep, then meditation is the next best thing he can do, both for himself and for the other individuals currently aboard the ship. And for the ship itself, if his encounter with the heating unit is anything to go by.
The Millennium Falcon hums around Kylo as it continues hurtling through hyperspace, and he tries to focus on stripping away all the lacquer coating and coloring his anger, melting it away until he should be able to concentrate on the purest part of the emotion in itself, an exposed, pulsing vein of power. Should be.
He's terrible at meditation. )