[The way he leans into his hand is encouraging, enough that Hux places his hand on the other shoulder, grips down on the plates of his armor, index finger pressed into the groove that more clearly pronounces the thicker protection over the sternum.
Honestly, he's not even sure himself what he's doing at this point, but he's pulling from what he knows to be considered a comfort, things that connect and encourage emotion. Phasma had warned him of this, considered it a weakness to be removed, but perhaps used the right way something like this could make them stronger. This was not so different from all the speeches he'd given for the morale of the troops, just a more personalized experience - is what he was telling himself.]
All I ask is that you come to me with your thoughts. When you're feeling conflicted about what we do, when you're unsure about the path we're on, or even just to share moments where you feel good about the work you've done for the Order.
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Honestly, he's not even sure himself what he's doing at this point, but he's pulling from what he knows to be considered a comfort, things that connect and encourage emotion. Phasma had warned him of this, considered it a weakness to be removed, but perhaps used the right way something like this could make them stronger. This was not so different from all the speeches he'd given for the morale of the troops, just a more personalized experience - is what he was telling himself.]
All I ask is that you come to me with your thoughts. When you're feeling conflicted about what we do, when you're unsure about the path we're on, or even just to share moments where you feel good about the work you've done for the Order.
Confide in me, FN-2187.