It is marginally better than having you scream in my face about someone else's cake.
( The derision in his voice is as thick as the frosting on that cake had probably been, but it is mollified somewhat by the strange sensation of the there and not-there weight of her chin on his shoulder. There, because he knows that he could turn his head that much more and brush her forehead with the tip of his nose, because he can feel the blanket-born warmth of her skin seeping in just a little to counter the inherent chill brought on by dead space. Not-there, because he knows just as well as he knows the rest that he could turn his head and she could be gone either on her own whim or the instability of the Force itself, because she isn't really there and he isn't really there and this isn't really a thing that can be happening in any capacity or context.
And yet.
His life has been a crescendo of bad ideas. It stands to reason that adding this one to the ever-growing list wouldn't be the worst in the sequence of events he's been following since childhood, and this one at least has the added benefit of feeling good without immediately resulting in some sort of disaster or consequence. The ramifications from these instances are easier to outright ignore because they seem so far away and because the pressure of Rey's there and not-there hand presents a better argument than those ramifications ever could in the first place. After a moment spent considering this, he reaches back toward where he thinks her leg should be, and finds that he can curl his fingers around it through the blanket just as he asks - ) What is your interest in Tython? Do you know anything about it?
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Date: 2020-12-25 05:32 pm (UTC)( The derision in his voice is as thick as the frosting on that cake had probably been, but it is mollified somewhat by the strange sensation of the there and not-there weight of her chin on his shoulder. There, because he knows that he could turn his head that much more and brush her forehead with the tip of his nose, because he can feel the blanket-born warmth of her skin seeping in just a little to counter the inherent chill brought on by dead space. Not-there, because he knows just as well as he knows the rest that he could turn his head and she could be gone either on her own whim or the instability of the Force itself, because she isn't really there and he isn't really there and this isn't really a thing that can be happening in any capacity or context.
And yet.
His life has been a crescendo of bad ideas. It stands to reason that adding this one to the ever-growing list wouldn't be the worst in the sequence of events he's been following since childhood, and this one at least has the added benefit of feeling good without immediately resulting in some sort of disaster or consequence. The ramifications from these instances are easier to outright ignore because they seem so far away and because the pressure of Rey's there and not-there hand presents a better argument than those ramifications ever could in the first place. After a moment spent considering this, he reaches back toward where he thinks her leg should be, and finds that he can curl his fingers around it through the blanket just as he asks - ) What is your interest in Tython? Do you know anything about it?
( Nerd. )