Kylo Ren was framed by the light of the doorway, his face unreadable behind his dark helmet. Hux silently ushered him in, closing the door with a click and one last nervous glance down the empty hall. He knew what the Knight had come for. After what felt like years of stolen glances and unresolved tension, he was finally giving in.

"Only one person would have the audacity to enter his quarters without permission. Ren. Kylo – fucking – Ren. What does he want at this hour?" Kylo has difficulty articulating his needs. General Hux is more than willing to assist. Kylo Ren/General Hux.

No, Hux does not wait up for Kylo late into the night, thinking into a glass of whiskey. Except that he does sometimes.