[Something flutters in his chest and frops heavily in his stomach when she grabs him, turns him, and drags him into her face. He goes entirely stiff out of fear — not fear of being injured as will become apparent in the way that he does not stop her. He also doesn’t really relax when he sinks back into the pilot’s seat. Ben is forced to clear his throat and shift back into the most unaffected pose he can manage. The effort mostly fails; his fingertips are quaking slightly.
He can’t be attracted to Snoke’s assassin. It just — he couldn’t be. There was no known galaxy where that was acceptable.]
Because you — didn’t kill me. Haven’t killed me. I like having you around.
[Maybe she won’t notice him slip that last one in there. He could handle the rejection — it wasn’t like he hadn’t handled it before. But he still doesn’t want to hear it. And really, this was totally ridiculous. She was afraid of being too close to him. It shouldn’t have mirrored that way.]
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He can’t be attracted to Snoke’s assassin. It just — he couldn’t be. There was no known galaxy where that was acceptable.]
Because you — didn’t kill me. Haven’t killed me. I like having you around.
[Maybe she won’t notice him slip that last one in there. He could handle the rejection — it wasn’t like he hadn’t handled it before. But he still doesn’t want to hear it. And really, this was totally ridiculous. She was afraid of being too close to him. It shouldn’t have mirrored that way.]