Rey hasn't even pulled fully away before she can tell that something is wrong.
She wasn't expecting Kylo to be happy, at least no more than he ever looks overly happy when she shows any affection for him. But he usually seems grudgingly pleased, like she's fulfilling a desire he desperately doesn't want to admit that he has.
This isn't grudgingly pleased. Or pleased at all, maybe. Rey's brow creases in concern, and a non-small amount of confused dread flickers through her eyes. Still, she refuses to draw back completely or take her hand off his. She doesn't want to lose that connection unless she has to.
"Kylo?" she says uncertainly, her voice echoing oddly in her ears around that odd, awful ringing. She curls her fingers around his much larger hand, hoping to get attention again somehow but afraid to do much more.
well too bad bc i drank it
She wasn't expecting Kylo to be happy, at least no more than he ever looks overly happy when she shows any affection for him. But he usually seems grudgingly pleased, like she's fulfilling a desire he desperately doesn't want to admit that he has.
This isn't grudgingly pleased. Or pleased at all, maybe. Rey's brow creases in concern, and a non-small amount of confused dread flickers through her eyes. Still, she refuses to draw back completely or take her hand off his. She doesn't want to lose that connection unless she has to.
"Kylo?" she says uncertainly, her voice echoing oddly in her ears around that odd, awful ringing. She curls her fingers around his much larger hand, hoping to get attention again somehow but afraid to do much more.