A soft blue light dully illuminated the sparsely decorated room. Setting flush against the cream-colored buttoned headboard, still clad in his tailored dark green General's jacket, cap decarded and donning some, baggy, ill-fitting, black sweatpants, the ginger-haired man wondered why the tall, breathtaking man beside him was so puzzlingly quiet. The emotionally restricted man could practically feel bittersweet sadness and melancholy oozing from the tall, black clad man beside him, sharp and stinging.
"Oh great," The man though in his posh, uptight English accent, "it's one of his insufferable 'no taking' nights, how ridiculous." He rolled his vibrant, pale blue eyes in disgust. He positively loathed having to guess what the stoic, yet emotionally unpredictable man needed. The dark, outwardly powerful figure closed the gap between them, crawling onto the serious, reserved man's lap, borrowing into the gentle, loving, tender figure his mind's eye saw.
Perplexed and frustrated with the man's inability to simply say what he needed, the ever-stoic man gritted his teeth, "What?" He asked, a slight rumbling snarl hidden within.
To the handsome, lithe figure curled in his lap, the word was nothing more the rumble of an approaching thunderstorm, prompting him to borrow deeper into the false warmth and safety before him as he out let a small, fearful whimper.
"Well, tell me you want, Ren!" Hux demanded, farther annoyed by the silent man's odd behavior, starting to lift him out of his lap.
The emotionally closed, affection-depraved man flinched sharply as if physically slapped, all perceived meaning of his loving, tender fantasy shattered like a broken mirror as he was abruptly, shockingly thrust into his cold, cruel, loveless reality.
Hux's eyebrow twitched in anger as the child, who hid behind the guise of a strong, confident man cried. His sobs deep, heavy and longing at first before starting to rise in urgency to resemble that of a young child needing his mother.
"Honestly, it's like you don't even have an inkling about how to care for a child." The hurriedly and frustratingly grumbled words prompted Hux to turn toward the window, vibrant eyes barely catching a black clad sleek figure jump from the windowsill, urgently moving to the distressed man, cradling him into her arms. Patting his back rhythmically while stoking his hair soothingly, she rocked him, comforting him with sweet, whispered words of reassurance and love. The last things the perplexed, open-mouthed man saw and heard was the mysterious woman jumping from the window, Kylo securely cradled in her arms and a soft thud before she ran off into the night.