[The knight already has his mouth half-open to respond before he even recognizes what was said, and he freezes suddenly when it hits him, blinking in shock and uncertainty as the weight of it dawns on him.
The initial twitch in his brow and tension in his shoulders is a reflection of his knee-jerk reaction to positive things—that is, how he usually tries to deny or otherwise ruin them. But even though he wants to deny the idea that he's not alone—of course he's alone, he's always been alone, because no one could really understand him—it's an idea that he's wanted to be true for a long time. And the fact that Hux is saying this at all means, at the very least, that he doesn't feel alone. He regards Ren as... some sort of companion, someone he's admitted he trusts. Kylo still isn't quite certain what to think of that.
The younger man's shoulders slump slightly, his lower lip twitching as he tries to think of something to say. The only thing that comes to mind, he hesitates to ask: Are we not?
It remains unspoken, but the thought is strong enough to leak through the amulets as he stares at the fire, regardless. It's likely difficult to spot the patch of clover that's grown under his chair due to the limited light, but the slight chill in the air is obvious enough.]
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The initial twitch in his brow and tension in his shoulders is a reflection of his knee-jerk reaction to positive things—that is, how he usually tries to deny or otherwise ruin them. But even though he wants to deny the idea that he's not alone—of course he's alone, he's always been alone, because no one could really understand him—it's an idea that he's wanted to be true for a long time. And the fact that Hux is saying this at all means, at the very least, that he doesn't feel alone. He regards Ren as... some sort of companion, someone he's admitted he trusts. Kylo still isn't quite certain what to think of that.
The younger man's shoulders slump slightly, his lower lip twitching as he tries to think of something to say. The only thing that comes to mind, he hesitates to ask: Are we not?
It remains unspoken, but the thought is strong enough to leak through the amulets as he stares at the fire, regardless. It's likely difficult to spot the patch of clover that's grown under his chair due to the limited light, but the slight chill in the air is obvious enough.]