Ren, of course, couldn’t help but make a dramatic entrance, and Hux fell for it like it was the first time. His cigarette was already lit as he stepped on the balcony, like he couldn’t care less whether fire alarms were triggered in his wake, his hair in a partial French braid, and his shiny leather gloves looked obscene. Hux almost choked on the smoke of his cigarette. Rey was standing a few feet away from him, so that anybody watching would think it was an accident that they all flocked here for nicotine. As far as Hux could tell, only the surrounding skyscrapers bore witness.
“Hey guys,” Ren greeted them, pulling Hux in a half-hug and nuzzling his sideburns. He was in high spirits, but Hux could tell he was overplaying it—the twitch of his mouth betrayed him. Hux pressed a kiss to his ear to placate him. Ren hummed it response.
Can You Bring Me The Gun of Rambo? 