[Instead of pacing, Kylo has taken to drumming his fingers on his leg. Somewhere in the sea of his impatience, he's let his eyes wander back toward Rey. Though he might never admit it aloud, it helps -- watching her work. It gives him something to focus on, something for his mind to disappear into.
And so it does. He focuses on her, on her thoughts and conclusions as she works. And her focus bleeds over to keep him still, and to keep him from distracting her as she searches, enough that his presence in the room might have melted away entirely if it weren't leaning so heavily.
There's just a lot of him.
But if this wasn't going to work, he was out of ideas. Already, he was getting uncomfortable being this close to Rey, after the ultimatum she had given. He could not do several days of this.]
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And so it does. He focuses on her, on her thoughts and conclusions as she works. And her focus bleeds over to keep him still, and to keep him from distracting her as she searches, enough that his presence in the room might have melted away entirely if it weren't leaning so heavily.
There's just a lot of him.
But if this wasn't going to work, he was out of ideas. Already, he was getting uncomfortable being this close to Rey, after the ultimatum she had given. He could not do several days of this.]