( Kylo bristles under the weight of her hand on his shoulder, a thin line of tension running from the back of his neck and down into his spine. He isn't expecting it and is looking for it even less, so it's a welcome relief when Rey brushes by him and leads herself into the main corridor in the winding layout of the Falcon's internal structure. For all his discomfort, for the aggrieved chasm that stretches between them, rife with uncomfortable silence filled with too much context to pick through without the proper tools and necessary distance, Kylo does not immediately follow Rey out of the cockpit and instead spends one moment too long catty-corner and behind her co-pilot, staring at the pilot's seat as if expecting a ghost to turn around and say to him, You know, when I was your age, I pulled this baby through a couple tight corners myself.
He leaves, striding long and heavy and purposeful into the corridor, with one backward glance out the viewport and no word at all to Chewbacca, though he expects that the Wookiee will mind less than he would if Kylo had remained in his personal space. Rey is in the main hold - he can hear her banging around in that direction without having to search her out remotely - and seeing as she's the only one on board out of the three of them who isn't overly confused about his presence on the ship, he takes it upon himself to follow her in there. Physical proximity has no effect on the bone-deep exhaustion that he feels rolling off of her in waves - he'd be able to sense, note, and catalog it from any part of the ship at this point, it's staring him so proudly in the face through the link they have managed to cultivate - but seeing it etched plainly into the hollows underneath her eyes makes it that much more realized. )
What are you doing? ( Is a terrible way to strike up a conversation when it's plainly obvious what she's doing, but Kylo finds himself caring less and less about coming off as imposing when they're on more solid footing, now that he's getting used to her hanging around in his head and in his peripheral and, sometimes, in his direct line of sight. It's the latter of those options in play when he stalks across the main hold, boots clunking heavily against the floor, to snatch the rations from the tight clutch of her hand. ) You look like you're about to drop dead.
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He leaves, striding long and heavy and purposeful into the corridor, with one backward glance out the viewport and no word at all to Chewbacca, though he expects that the Wookiee will mind less than he would if Kylo had remained in his personal space. Rey is in the main hold - he can hear her banging around in that direction without having to search her out remotely - and seeing as she's the only one on board out of the three of them who isn't overly confused about his presence on the ship, he takes it upon himself to follow her in there. Physical proximity has no effect on the bone-deep exhaustion that he feels rolling off of her in waves - he'd be able to sense, note, and catalog it from any part of the ship at this point, it's staring him so proudly in the face through the link they have managed to cultivate - but seeing it etched plainly into the hollows underneath her eyes makes it that much more realized. )
What are you doing? ( Is a terrible way to strike up a conversation when it's plainly obvious what she's doing, but Kylo finds himself caring less and less about coming off as imposing when they're on more solid footing, now that he's getting used to her hanging around in his head and in his peripheral and, sometimes, in his direct line of sight. It's the latter of those options in play when he stalks across the main hold, boots clunking heavily against the floor, to snatch the rations from the tight clutch of her hand. ) You look like you're about to drop dead.