[Kylo continues to lie there, wound and yet still, staring bleakly at the ceiling. His heart rate continues to rise for every moment there is silence, and every second Rey stays on the other side of the room. And as the silence lingers, so does the mounting understanding that he has no rebuttal, nothing to say in return.
The loneliness he can feel only intensifies the feeling of being smothered. He notes that the sound of the rain pattering on the glass has halted. In an effort to drive off the unpleasantness, he reaches up and starts to scratch at his chest uselessly.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.]
Come here.
[He says it suddenly, after a long moment of silence.]
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The loneliness he can feel only intensifies the feeling of being smothered. He notes that the sound of the rain pattering on the glass has halted. In an effort to drive off the unpleasantness, he reaches up and starts to scratch at his chest uselessly.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.]
Come here.
[He says it suddenly, after a long moment of silence.]