Hux opened his door, scattering those thoughts as he circled the car to stand beside Ben, peering up at the blinking neon sign proclaiming their destination as Joe’s Breakfast Shack. The lights behind the S had burned out, a dubious portent for the little diner.
Thunder pealed overhead, the wind picking up, flinging pieces of a discarded newspaper off a nearby bench. Hux tucked his hands in his armpits.
“Is this a date, Ben Solo?” he dared to ask, raising an eyebrow with a smile that felt more hopeful on his lips than taunting.
Ben didn’t take his bait, and instead shrugged out of his black letter jacket. He’d draped it around Hux’s narrow shoulders before Hux realized what was happening.
Hux belatedly tried to sidestep away, but Ben didn’t let go of the lapels. “I’m fine,” Hux insisted.
“You’re shivering,” Ben countered, brow furrowed as he met Hux’s eyes. There was something protective about his gaze.
a scene from chapter 4 of @kyluxtrashcompactor’s fic i can see through you (see to the real you)! please go take a read; it’s an amazing story about “bad boy” Hux and good student Ben and how they meet each other halfway and I love it! PS. thanks to all who came to my first official stream and watched me draw💕 [background image]
dispatches from the dumpster 