[Ren's own face scrunches up with distaste—this is far, far too mushy for Kylo Ren to handle at six in the morning. He does his best to swat Han's hands away, as limited as his success may be.]
Will you cut it out? I am thirty-one years old. This isn't news.
[And partly covered in burn scars from his stupid unstable lightsaber, yes—particularly the right one. ... Uguu.
Ren supposes he can allow his father to hold his hands if he really wants, for now, but he glowers at Han regardless. There's even a moment where he reconsiders his belligerence. ... nope, still going to tsun.]
You're perfectly aware of what I'm like here, don't pretend you're that surprised.
[yep, trust han to zoom in on that detail and stroke that hand in particular. scars give you character, you know, but he's just gonna. pet it better anyway.]
It's different now that I caught up to you, though.
[not even kylo's tsuning can save him from the tenderness in han's voice.]
[Joke's on you, Han—he can't feel that one. So his endeavors to ignore it are significantly easier, despite the tone of his father's voice.]
How is it different, exactly.
[Ren already knew that Han "caught up" to him thanks to that nonsense he sent out without thinking last night. He'd nearly slapped his own forehead at it, but managed to simply roll over and shut it out. Unfortunately, it's going to stay with him like all of the Solo Shitposts.]
[he hums in his throat as he turns that hand this way and that, apparently unperturbed by the fact that they're still standing in the doorway. if kylo wants to have this conversation here, that's fine.]
It's a little hard to describe. [but he looks up at kylo anyway, wearing a softer expression than he's ever given him in verens.] It's like, you were always mine. But now you're mine.
[Kylo can't stand seeing that gaze, and so his own eyes move elsewhere, a slight tightness in his jaw as a pang of guilt hits him and causes the air around them to cool by a few degrees. His response is hardly above a mumble.]
That makes no sense.
[That's a lie. It does make sense, at least somewhat; it's the same way that this Han wasn't quite his father, and still isn't really yet, simply because of the experiences they've gone through.
But arguing is the only recourse he has now to avoid getting emotional, and so he's clinging to it.]
[There's no way Kylo can avoid pointing out hypocrisy when he sees it. With a low noise of annoyance, he turns to head inside, heading over to the kitchen and picking up his cup of tea off of a side table on the way.]
I was about to start breakfast when you started screaming through my door. —and keep your voice down, Hux is still sleeping. [Hopefully.]
[victorious, han follows him inside, closing the door behind him. like a normal person, thankfully.]
You're still seeing that guy? [he complains mildly, with the air of someone who didn't really expect to hear differently but is nonetheless disappointed.] I guess I can keep it down if it means I don't have to deal with him today.
[He says this in an annoyed way, like Han should know things won't change that drastically in such a short period. Not that he knows how long passed for Han, or like he's about to actually admit he's seeing Hux. It's an easy way to shove back any anxiety he may have had about his father's "return point."
Ren gets to work in the kitchen, fetching a pan and a few ingredients. As much as he'd prefer Han to leave, he's resigned to the man staying for a little longer.]
It's part of his charm. [Not really.] I'm used to it.
[It's obvious soon enough that Ren is making omelettes, not wasting any time by turning his attention towards Han. Still, his annoyance at his father's proximity may be heating the stove a bit faster than it needs to be, so—]
[han huffs at him, extensively, both for his defensive of hux and his giving of orders.]
You shouldn't have to put up with it. And I can cook, alright? Or at least chop stuff up. Great at choppin' things.
[at least he's not hovering super close anymore, to give ren room to prep the food. but he doesn't want to just go sit awkwardly in the living room or something either.]
[He gets the feeling that if he gives Han an inch he'll take a mile, and he's already gotten enough dad-affection for the day. He glowers at the other man for a moment before gesturing with his head towards the corner of the kitchen, where there's nothing he needs and is far enough out of the way to minimize Kylo's irritation.]
Just stand over there.
[And because he feels the need to defend his decisions and his partner, even if he'd much rather Han not know at all, he grumbles a response about Hux as he scowls at the pan in front of him.]
It's not as if that's the only thing he's capable of.
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You're so big!
[he's got an unforgivably mushy look on his face, too. his eyes are even glistening.]
Just look at you!
[yep, that's undeniable pride in his voice. look at his big strong baby boy. he's having a little moment right now.]
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[Ren's own face scrunches up with distaste—this is far, far too mushy for Kylo Ren to handle at six in the morning. He does his best to swat Han's hands away, as limited as his success may be.]
Will you cut it out? I am thirty-one years old. This isn't news.
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It's news to me, feels like five minutes ago you fit in my hand.
[that's a slight exaggeration of course, but still.]
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Ren supposes he can allow his father to hold his hands if he really wants, for now, but he glowers at Han regardless. There's even a moment where he reconsiders his belligerence. ... nope, still going to tsun.]
You're perfectly aware of what I'm like here, don't pretend you're that surprised.
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It's different now that I caught up to you, though.
[not even kylo's tsuning can save him from the tenderness in han's voice.]
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How is it different, exactly.
[Ren already knew that Han "caught up" to him thanks to that nonsense he sent out without thinking last night. He'd nearly slapped his own forehead at it, but managed to simply roll over and shut it out. Unfortunately, it's going to stay with him like all of the Solo Shitposts.]
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It's a little hard to describe. [but he looks up at kylo anyway, wearing a softer expression than he's ever given him in verens.] It's like, you were always mine. But now you're mine.
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That makes no sense.
[That's a lie. It does make sense, at least somewhat; it's the same way that this Han wasn't quite his father, and still isn't really yet, simply because of the experiences they've gone through.
But arguing is the only recourse he has now to avoid getting emotional, and so he's clinging to it.]
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Does anything emotional?
[and of course, there's only so long han will tolerate just standing around outside, so...]
C'mon, are we gonna just stand here all day? Let's go in, you look like you need to eat something.
[said the pot to the kettle, but you know. father's prerogative and all that.]
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[There's no way Kylo can avoid pointing out hypocrisy when he sees it. With a low noise of annoyance, he turns to head inside, heading over to the kitchen and picking up his cup of tea off of a side table on the way.]
I was about to start breakfast when you started screaming through my door. —and keep your voice down, Hux is still sleeping. [Hopefully.]
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You're still seeing that guy? [he complains mildly, with the air of someone who didn't really expect to hear differently but is nonetheless disappointed.] I guess I can keep it down if it means I don't have to deal with him today.
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You've only been gone three days.
[He says this in an annoyed way, like Han should know things won't change that drastically in such a short period. Not that he knows how long passed for Han, or like he's about to actually admit he's seeing Hux. It's an easy way to shove back any anxiety he may have had about his father's "return point."
Ren gets to work in the kitchen, fetching a pan and a few ingredients. As much as he'd prefer Han to leave, he's resigned to the man staying for a little longer.]
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[that's right, he'll just sling hux under that bus as he peeks around ren's arm, trying to see what he's doing.]
Want a hand?
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It's part of his charm. [Not really.] I'm used to it.
[It's obvious soon enough that Ren is making omelettes, not wasting any time by turning his attention towards Han. Still, his annoyance at his father's proximity may be heating the stove a bit faster than it needs to be, so—]
Get out of my kitchen.
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You shouldn't have to put up with it. And I can cook, alright? Or at least chop stuff up. Great at choppin' things.
[at least he's not hovering super close anymore, to give ren room to prep the food. but he doesn't want to just go sit awkwardly in the living room or something either.]
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Just stand over there.
[And because he feels the need to defend his decisions and his partner, even if he'd much rather Han not know at all, he grumbles a response about Hux as he scowls at the pan in front of him.]
It's not as if that's the only thing he's capable of.