[There's a tension around his eyes when that point of the knife touches him, sharp enough to cut the skin with just the barest amount of pressure. But he still does nothing to stop Armitage, watching him with clear worry in his expression. There's no point in trying to hide behind a facade anymore.]
I'm sorry.
[He's apologizing for a great deal to be sure, but not for everything. He can't possibly regret everything that's brought them to this place and time where they've both found an unexpected happiness in one another. On the surface level, he's also apologizing for going against Armitage's request—for offering comfort where he knows it's needed. But he doesn't entirely regret that either, because he knows there aren't a lot of people out there who will offer it.
Gently, he tucks a stray red hair behind Hux's ear.]
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I'm sorry.
[He's apologizing for a great deal to be sure, but not for everything. He can't possibly regret everything that's brought them to this place and time where they've both found an unexpected happiness in one another. On the surface level, he's also apologizing for going against Armitage's request—for offering comfort where he knows it's needed. But he doesn't entirely regret that either, because he knows there aren't a lot of people out there who will offer it.
Gently, he tucks a stray red hair behind Hux's ear.]