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"Snoke will know. He'll sense us- there's no physical way of us leaving the ship without him knowing-"
"We'll lead him to believe we're leaving for a mission."
You look at him, mindlessly swinging your cherry-red lightsaber around. The whirring noise calms you down. He's leaning against the only piece of furniture in the training room- a metal table holding numerous random training devices. Some of them are there to inflict intolerable and unspeakable pain. The others are there to remove that pain.
You've never had the misfortune to use either of them.
"Are you stupid?"
His eyes dart to yours as you ask him this, slightly slanted and red from the lack of sleep. He has dark shadows under his eyes, and his normally smooth face is now darkened with rubble. How long has it been since he's had a good night's sleep?
You don't give him chance to respond.
"Have you forgotten that Snoke can read minds? That he's one of the most powerful beings in this universe?"
He straightens up, places his hands in the pockets of his loose black robe-pants. The look he gives you is enough to make you regret your words, because of course him of all people know how powerful Snoke is.
"Wasn't there a time where you were afraid to call me names?" he asks, his tone soft as he takes a step towards you and raises his hands to your face.
You flinch, not sure what you're expecting him to do, and he drops his hands again, a hurt expression on his face as he takes a step back.
"Why did you flinch?"
"Kylo, this isn't the time-"
"Why did you flinch?"
"Well it wouldn't have been the first time you've hurt me," you say angrily. The hurt look on his face takes a darker shade. Regret floods his features. Hurt swims in his eyes.
"I would never hit you."
He keeps his eyes dropped to the floor, pain flashing across his features even though he's desperately trying to keep himself composed. It softens your heart.
"Do we hate each other?"
He doesn't answer you, but hangs his head a little lower, as if he knows the answer but is holding it back.
"What changed?"
Again, he remains quiet. You reach out across him and place your lightsaber flat on the table, and then grab his chin in your hand.
You can feel him melt under your touch; it's like his entire body lets out a sigh of relief. He lifts his head and faces you, his warm eyes gazing deeply into yours. Electricity courses through your veins; a surge of warmth takes over your stomach, and is quickly replaced by butterflies.
