i found something in the woods somewhere.

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so slow over here, sorry!

[huxed]

As always, your input, Ren, is indispensable.

[ Have a sneer to go with that comment, although it does lack something of its usual brand of scorn. It is difficult to take the knight altogether too seriously in his current state, intimidating though he might be. But, he does not like that smile - there's a venemous quality to is and he wants to recoil, as if by some prehistoric impulse that warns him of danger. Technically, Ren is a predator; he is quite capable of snapping any one of their necks, even in his current condition. But, the impulse passes as quickly as it became present, and he watches the other man spit, half-expecting it to be bloodied.

What a thing it is, to watch Kylo Ren attempt to pull himself together.

The man is comprised of such a sheer force of will that Hux finds that the room crackles with it. Naturally, the stubborn creature does not accept the offer of the stretcher, he ought to have guessed that any attempts at assistance would be shaken off with the arrogance of a sulky teenager. Hux's mouth draws into a thin line; there will, he thinks, come a day in the future where he will spend the entirety of it not exasperated at Kylo Ren. That day, however, seems to grow more and more distant. All he needs now, is for the idiot to do something irreparable to himself, to bleed out in his priggishness, his reluctance to user a stretcher after being shot six ways to Sunday. The floor of the hanger is a mess of blood. Half of it is on Hux himself already, so he grimly steps forward to clamp a hand around Ren's upper arm when he rights himself (if listing dangerously to the left counts as such), supporting a small amount of the other's weight.

Hux watches him cautiously, a beat passing before he speaks. ] No word, not yet.

[ Hux chooses to avoid replying to the comment about the helmet. Whatever happened on Starkiller base will, undoubtedly, remain exclusive to Kylo. He does not doubt that the man will deliver some garbled account when he is forced to make his report, but he is aware that it will be a far step from the truth.

The troops leave, and there is a twitch of irritation in the general's jaw, but he remains silent.

Then, clearing his throat, still keeping a hold of the apprentice's arm in order to ensure that the man does not topple over onto the floor (which, he thinks, is a distinct possibility right now). Hux attempts to sound unphased, as well as commanding: ] Seeing as you've dismissed the medics, I'll be escorting you to the medbay myself.

also forever and always taking forever and always

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( A muscle works in Kylo's jaw, tendons scraping over teeth as he grinds his molars together. Whether against the pain or Hux's hesitation before answering Kylo's question is a mystery and likely a combination of the two. Like an injured animal, he would rather retreat privately to lick his wounds and resurface again with new anger bubbling up in him like boiling water, but for the time being it seems more prudent to save his energy and strength. It's unlikely the Supreme Leader will let him heal completely or even remain under the attention of the medical droids and officers very long before calling to him for a debriefing on the situation. If he hasn't sensed it already, he'll know then that the girl and the map are gone, that the Resistance has disappeared, and that he and Hux are failures.

He starts at Hux's tight grip on his arm, correcting his posture though he sags into the injury on his flank. Six feet and three inches is a huge height to be when your skin pulling taut from standing up straight opens a half-cauterized bowcaster hole in your side, and rather than tear the injury further, Kylo forces himself to allow it some breathing room. His skin is going to be black and blue around the injury, like some perverse imitation of a flower blooming across his abdomen, and the bones in his hand are sore where he pounded his ribs with enough strength to keep the anger and pain and hatred flowing strong, but none of it stings as sharply as needing Hux to guide him like an invalid from the hangar to medbay. )

How generous of you to take the time. I'll assume your retreat is running according to schedule.

( His tone is dry and flat, and he reaches a palm out to securely anchor himself to the wall. Every step is not agony - he's certainly felt a worse kind of pain in the past - but his feet feel sluggish, as if he's dragging them through thick, congealed mud. He pushes through it, and leads Hux rather than letting Hux lead him, pushing forward with greater speed than a medical officer might advise, although many of them have stopped advising him of anything on the rare occasion they have cause to. Kylo, for his part, takes care of most of his minor injuries himself, in one way or another.

It's a long time before he says anything else)

I assume Snoke must have sent you to retrieve me. Have you plotted a course yet?

( He must have barked some destination, given Hux's confidence in their disciplinary action. )