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"you've reached kylo ren. leave a message. or don't."

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[dyaddyissues]

[ The scene is not one he would have ever thought to envision, but it pulls at him. Kylo isn't sure he's ever seen Rey look so carefree and open and relaxed, even if it is in part to whatever drink she'd had before he got here.

It's useless to dwell on what-ifs, and yet for a moment he has to wonder what her life would be like, untouched by the Force or with a family of her own. It goes the way of his own thoughts, the ones where he'd dreamed of a normal upbringing. ]

You say that now, but wait till tomorrow morning. I'm not holding your hair back while you puke.

[ She scoots over, and he sits down next to her, still and perched on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap.

So.... with a wave of his hand, he's pulled the bottle of her drink to him and gives it a sniff. ]

[jedied]

[ She wrinkles her nose at him. How dare he insinuate that she can't handle her liquor? Is it because she entirely cannot, due to only having ever consumed the stuff twice? Surely not. ]

Rude. No one asked you to.

[ As long as you're not three roommates banging on the bathroom door while she's trying to be sick in peace, you're still an improvement over the last time.

She raises an eyebrow at his retrieval of the bottle directly after his judgmental commentary. It's... definitely either hell juice or at the very least some concoction that's violently sweet, fizzy and blue-tinged to disguise just how strong it is. Rey really hadn't had very much of it, all things considered. She'd just enjoyed its novelty. ]

You could braid it for me again now? If you wanted.

[ Future Rey will probably thank him, and present Rey will fall asleep on him. Everyone wins. ]

[dyaddyissues]

Good. I'm glad we established that.

[ He doesn't particularly drink so how does he handle his own? It's a ~mystery~, and Kylo doesn't want to get hoped up on more weird Hell things or lose control of his body autonomy again. Not after what had happened with the Veiled Order.

Trust issues much.

The bottle is put back down on the table and he shrugs. It's not a skill he ever thought he'd have much use for, and yet here we are now. Rey often surprises him. ]

When you're more sober I'll teach you, so you'll be able to do it on your own. It's not as difficult as it looks.

[ Maybe you could even use him as a practice dummy. ]

Do you have a brush I could use?

[jedied]

[ You'd think Rey would have learned her lesson, but it had looked and smelled so tempting and had tasted delightful. She was being careful by coming back to her room with it instead of going wandering. What's the absolute worst that could happen, especially with Kylo here?

... don't answer that.

She flings a hand out in the direction of a small pile of things on her dresser and a brush floats over in response, dislodging some of said objects from atop it in the process. No one will ever accuse Rey of being neat, but she has a system.

She hands the brush over and shifts so she can sit in front of him. It's only a little bit clumsy; the room's not actually spinning too much. Right? ]

Thank you, Ben. I do appreciate it.

[ It's said with more clarity than she's felt up to now, a quietly sincere almost-sigh of a statement that she's glad she can't see his response to. It's more than she can bear sometimes; the glimpses of what could be between them if they'd just get past all the... everything. ]