“Ren! I know you’re in there!”
Hux pounds on the door, not going anywhere despite Kylo’s attempts to ignore him and cling on to the blissful sleep of five minutes ago.
Kylo rolls out of bed with a groan, scrabbling around for underwear.
Kylo opens the door to see Hux frozen with his fist raised, clearly just about to start hammering again.
Hux’s eyes flick up and down before he stops himself, and he twists his face into a sneer. “Do you have any respect for boundaries? Put some bloody clothes on to answer your door."
“It’s two o'clock in the fucking morning, Mr Personal Boundaries.” Kylo stretches his arm up to lean on the door frame, puts his weight on one hip. “And if you don’t like it, don’t look.”
Hux folds his arms across his chest. “You are ridiculous,” he grits out. His left eye twitches.
“How much coffee have you had?
” Kylo’s been hearing Hux move around the apartment late at night the past week or so, rolled in half-drunk just before sunrise Saturday morning to find him sitting at the kitchen table,
diagrams and tables of figures spread around his laptop and his fussy French press coffeemaker.
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