[well okay chalk this up to even more new and bizarre experiences for the day. Hux, as per his usual self, remains awkward and uncomfortably still when Rhys goes in for a hug, not really sure what he's meant to be doing, if at all.
What the hell, even.
He exhales a bit, putting up with it because it's Rhys doing this and obviously he's being comforting.]
I don't see why. I barely like me.
[A pause, and then]
How long do these hugs usually last? Am I supposed to..?
[Look, he's holding up his own arms in exasperation, looking at them over Rhys' shoulder. What. What even.]
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What the hell, even.
He exhales a bit, putting up with it because it's Rhys doing this and obviously he's being comforting.]
I don't see why. I barely like me.
[A pause, and then]
How long do these hugs usually last? Am I supposed to..?
[Look, he's holding up his own arms in exasperation, looking at them over Rhys' shoulder. What. What even.]