( Rey disappears, leaving him standing next to Chewbacca like two friends who have just been left alone while their mutual, connecting link goes to the 'fresher. It's awkward and uncomfortable, especially given the presence of a few other Resistance personnel that drift in and out of the centralized area and cast bewildered glances in his direction, as if unsure as to whether or not they actually know who he is and are in a free falling tailspin to place his face and position next to a wookiee who is universally liked if not kept at arm's length due to his strength and intimidating height alone. Kylo recognizes the futility in the effort and turns away in the interest of heading elsewhere - though where else is anyone's guess, given their limited access to the palace and the planet - and comes up short in the wake of the small, hairy mountain that is Chewbacca.
Long seconds pass, and though the distance between them would be enough for a normal sized person to lie down between them and stretch arms and legs out luxuriously, Kylo feels the space compressed down to the length of a needle, caught in his own gravitational tailspin toward a conversation that he isn't altogether prepared to have. He opens his mouth, and Chewbacca closes his, only to open it again and growl something at him, quiet in the relative silence of their quarters and quiet for Chewbacca. Kylo, who has known Shyriiwook basically since birth, doesn't stutter in the translation. Did it scar? Chewbacca asks, and the both of them know easily without Kylo having to ask for clarification what his former guardian - this impossibly tall, fuzzy, mountain of a person that he had climbed on as a child - is talking about.
His hand goes automatically to his side where the bowcaster bolt had torn a huge chunk in his flank, leaving a starburst scar even after medical treatment. Yes, Kylo answers, and Chewbacca immediately replies, Good in a low warble that sounds angry and sad and disappointed and hollow and glad all at once. Silence returns, and Kylo finds that he is distinctly lacking in things to say despite knowing innately that he should come up with something. Remorse doesn't come, and it isn't because he doesn't regret the decisions that he's made - it's still too complex a web to assign real vocabulary to, and he knows that words will never be enough to undo what he's done - but because he knows that no explanation or action will forge a bridge when the ground on either side is still too unsteady to support the weight.
Dark eyes track the path that Rey had taken in her haste to pass out and regain some of the alertness she had lost in her state of constant vigilance and distinct lack of sleep, but by contrast Kylo feels wide awake and wired. He's unwilling to power down when the First Order could be close behind, when the Knights of Ren could be even closer. So in the interest of not losing himself to the task of distraction by way of unconsciousness, he makes a peace offering before Chewbacca has the chance to follow Rey's suggestion of contacting Organa, halting the wookiee's retreating form with a sharp Wait. When Chewbacca turns to look at him, striding the length of the hall that the taller figure has already crossed, Kylo offers: I can help with the heating systems, if you're interested in getting a jump on the Falcon's repairs.
If Rey doesn't want to stick around long enough to meet the Queen Mother - which will probably be seen as rude, but he has little cause for concern over that brand of bad blood, all things considered - then beginning repairs now is more practical than waiting until later. And Kylo would very much like something to occupy both his hands and his mind. It takes Chewbacca a long moment to come to a decision, staring hard at him with eyes that have always been able to look right through him, before he warbles a reply.
Eventually, back on the Falcon, hands and arms buried into the bowels of the ship under Chewbacca's deliberate and precise instruction - everything punctuated with the implied threat of or else - Kylo keeps his attention divided three ways: on the task at hand, on Rey's end of the bond, and cast outward, drifting among the stars, waiting. )
suddenly my teacher doesn't seem so terrible
Long seconds pass, and though the distance between them would be enough for a normal sized person to lie down between them and stretch arms and legs out luxuriously, Kylo feels the space compressed down to the length of a needle, caught in his own gravitational tailspin toward a conversation that he isn't altogether prepared to have. He opens his mouth, and Chewbacca closes his, only to open it again and growl something at him, quiet in the relative silence of their quarters and quiet for Chewbacca. Kylo, who has known Shyriiwook basically since birth, doesn't stutter in the translation. Did it scar? Chewbacca asks, and the both of them know easily without Kylo having to ask for clarification what his former guardian - this impossibly tall, fuzzy, mountain of a person that he had climbed on as a child - is talking about.
His hand goes automatically to his side where the bowcaster bolt had torn a huge chunk in his flank, leaving a starburst scar even after medical treatment. Yes, Kylo answers, and Chewbacca immediately replies, Good in a low warble that sounds angry and sad and disappointed and hollow and glad all at once. Silence returns, and Kylo finds that he is distinctly lacking in things to say despite knowing innately that he should come up with something. Remorse doesn't come, and it isn't because he doesn't regret the decisions that he's made - it's still too complex a web to assign real vocabulary to, and he knows that words will never be enough to undo what he's done - but because he knows that no explanation or action will forge a bridge when the ground on either side is still too unsteady to support the weight.
Dark eyes track the path that Rey had taken in her haste to pass out and regain some of the alertness she had lost in her state of constant vigilance and distinct lack of sleep, but by contrast Kylo feels wide awake and wired. He's unwilling to power down when the First Order could be close behind, when the Knights of Ren could be even closer. So in the interest of not losing himself to the task of distraction by way of unconsciousness, he makes a peace offering before Chewbacca has the chance to follow Rey's suggestion of contacting Organa, halting the wookiee's retreating form with a sharp Wait. When Chewbacca turns to look at him, striding the length of the hall that the taller figure has already crossed, Kylo offers: I can help with the heating systems, if you're interested in getting a jump on the Falcon's repairs.
If Rey doesn't want to stick around long enough to meet the Queen Mother - which will probably be seen as rude, but he has little cause for concern over that brand of bad blood, all things considered - then beginning repairs now is more practical than waiting until later. And Kylo would very much like something to occupy both his hands and his mind. It takes Chewbacca a long moment to come to a decision, staring hard at him with eyes that have always been able to look right through him, before he warbles a reply.
Eventually, back on the Falcon, hands and arms buried into the bowels of the ship under Chewbacca's deliberate and precise instruction - everything punctuated with the implied threat of or else - Kylo keeps his attention divided three ways: on the task at hand, on Rey's end of the bond, and cast outward, drifting among the stars, waiting. )