[Hux takes the drink, and tilts the glass, watching the brandy slide across the surface before taking a sip. Ren might be playing his hand close to his chest, but Hux intends to make full use of the other man's moment of indulgence, not simper or tip toe around it just because Ren could kill him if the mood struck.
Without waiting for an invitation, Hux takes a sprawling seat in the closest chair and takes another drink, watching Ren talk his way through things.]
Direction isn't necessarily a leash, Ren. It can be freeing if you let it.
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Without waiting for an invitation, Hux takes a sprawling seat in the closest chair and takes another drink, watching Ren talk his way through things.]
Direction isn't necessarily a leash, Ren. It can be freeing if you let it.