Something in the Force
Chapter Four: Mr Galaxy Wide Indeed
Kylo Ren was staring deeply into his own lap. His dark, musty hair obscured his pale face. He wrapped his arms around his knees and stared ever deeper.
Someone tried to enter his featureless white room and he brain bombed the shit out of them and they went away.
This was important.
He breathed in, slowly, thoroughly... passionately.
His hair dripped with sweat.
Two days passed.
His door opened slowly. It was Rey. She cautiously took a step inside, watching him carefully, her face a mask. An actual mask, she had a mask on.
He looked up at her slowly, eyes peering from behind a dark curtain of hair. His mouth opened, and for a moment his unused vocal cords made no sound, but finally he uttered, "...My lap... smells like a bathroom that was cleaned an hour ago... a public bathroom... the scent of cleaning agent lingers, but a few people have peed there since then..."
The proceeding silence fell heavily. Their eyes locked.
"Kylo...?" Rey said slowly, and he took another shuddering sniff of lap.
"We're going to... get married," she said at last. He nodded into his pants.