[It's familiar in a way. Not the contact itself (that has his spine set rigid and tight, nerves alight under his skin) but the idea of having someone to lean on, someone to watch his back, feels second nature. Maybe that's wrong-- but Hux's word is as good as law in both his eyes and the eyes of the First Order: if he says something that doesn't align with the rest of it, then 2187 knows to recalibrate. Adjust his course and steer into it as if he were coming to heel.]
I do, sir. [Which is why when he shifts, turning his head enough to catch the General in his peripheral vision.] I know you might think it's because you're in charge of my division, or because these sessions are mandatory, but with all due respect neither Captain Phasma or Kylo Ren would understand.
You think about what's best for the First Order, you keep yourself focused on what that takes and never forget the bigger picture-- [He stops himself there, too close to implying something about Hux's compatriots that he doesn't for a second mean: they have their merits and strengths, General Hux's doesn't belittle either of there's.]
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I do, sir. [Which is why when he shifts, turning his head enough to catch the General in his peripheral vision.] I know you might think it's because you're in charge of my division, or because these sessions are mandatory, but with all due respect neither Captain Phasma or Kylo Ren would understand.
You think about what's best for the First Order, you keep yourself focused on what that takes and never forget the bigger picture-- [He stops himself there, too close to implying something about Hux's compatriots that he doesn't for a second mean: they have their merits and strengths, General Hux's doesn't belittle either of there's.]