[He's in the process of opening his mouth to express some manner of polite greeting when the other man suddenly turns and heads off like he's suddenly forgotten he's left the oven on. Ren stares after him briefly, mind blank with surprise, before he attempts to call out after him, words stumbling out.]
W—your—
[And then Hux is gone, rounding some corner and out of Ren's sight. He stands there, umbrella in hand, utterly bemused by the other man's behavior.]
no subject
W—your—
[And then Hux is gone, rounding some corner and out of Ren's sight. He stands there, umbrella in hand, utterly bemused by the other man's behavior.]
What the hell.