Stand Together || Reylo TLJ AE

-Chapter Three-

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Kylo paced in the hall, waiting for the droid to let him in.

"Let me in now," he growled at the door, tempted to break it down. There was no response, but the hovering med-droid hurried out a few moments later. Kylo came into the private medical room. It was a sterile white, unlike the rest of the black interior of the Star Destroyer. There was a cot in the center, a chair beside it, both surrounded by cables and medical equipment. The room was so familiar; it gave Kylo chills to picture himself in it not long ago.

Rey sat one the edge of the cot, her head lowered, shadows hiding her face. Kylo approached quietly. He crouched in front of her, scanning her face, trying to read it. Understand it.

"You were right," she breathed out shakily, raising her head to meet his eyes.

Kylo stared at the scar down her face. He recognized those stitches. He knew that it would heal, but her face would never be the same.

Rey saw his fingers hovering over her cheek. She gave the tiniest nod of her head, one that would be invisible to anyone but him. His fingers touched the stitches down her eye. That touch sent a tingle down her body. The feeling left with his fingers as he pulled away gently.

Tears filled her eyes.

They had betrayed her. She'd wanted to help them and they had betrayed her. She had imagined Finn working with her and Kylo. Leia and her son could be reunited...

She felt the stitches again.

A tear streamed down her cheek.

Kylo's brows moved together. His hand wiped the tear away. It rested on his cheek, tilting her head forward so he could see her "It'll be alright," he tried to assure her.

"They betrayed me," she choked out.

"I know."

"I wanted to help them and they betrayed me."

"I know. I know."

More tears slipped down her face.

"Do you -um- want a...." Kylo mumbled, trying to think of what his mother did to him when he'd felt helpless like this. He got up and sat beside her on the cot. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him.

"I don't know a lot about comforting people. It's a language I'm not well versed in," Kylo murmured into her hair, "But this is something Leia did to me when I felt bad."

Rey was tense at first in his embrace, but she relaxed quickly. She buried her head in his chest and listened to the pattern of his heartbeat. He didn't mind the fact his shirt was being soaked. He drew small circles with his hand on her back, trying his best to even her breathing.

"Get some rest," he urged.

She nodded weakly and laid back in the cot, wiping her face embarrassedly with the back of her hands. Kylo moved to leave.

Rey looked at him. "Can you stay?"

Kylo sat in the chair beside her cot. "If you want me to."

Her face lit with a tiny curl of her lips. Kylo dimmed the lights and shifted into a comfortable position in the chair. He watched her slip into sleep, the pale light from the window bathing the curves of her face.

Had he ever felt this.... happy? Peaceful? He couldn't find the right word to describe the fuzzy, warm feeling he got watching her, holding her...

He jumped a little when he felt her fingers touch the top of his hand. Her eyes were still closed, but she had reached toward him.

Kylo tipped his hand to the side so her fingertips were on his palm.

A faint, almost invisible, smile appeared on his face. He closed his hand around hers and leaned back, letting sleep take him.