[He scoffs out something, the low start of a laugh, maybe, though it's lost the second his back muscles compress from thoughtless effort. Right. Can't do that just yet.
So instead his thumb slips down, catching the pilot's temple in the process before scrubbing-- just once-- at the mess of tousled curls he's been invited to upset. It's affectionate, if not experimental (life outside the First Order is different, and etiquette is, perhaps, the most obvious offender) but eventually he's settled his arm back down again across his own side.] Hey, by First Order standards, I'm practically business casual, buddy.
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So instead his thumb slips down, catching the pilot's temple in the process before scrubbing-- just once-- at the mess of tousled curls he's been invited to upset. It's affectionate, if not experimental (life outside the First Order is different, and etiquette is, perhaps, the most obvious offender) but eventually he's settled his arm back down again across his own side.] Hey, by First Order standards, I'm practically business casual, buddy.
But yeah. You do alright.