[When Poe leaves again, Kylo takes a breath and seats himself against the edge of the desk, puffing his cheeks slightly and then blowing air out. He didn't want to look at Rey knowing he'd see only anger. When just moments before his blood had been pumping in his ears and her hands had been on him, he was expecting admonishment instead of affection. He knew he wasn't blameless, of course. He'd said things and when Poe said things back he'd had no problem driving it deeper.
He doesn't speak, though he debates whether or not he should leave her be. He'd come here to help her be less angry about this mess with the phylacteries and instead he'd let his own anger lash out around him, just as he always did. He takes a breath, chancing a glance to her face. He already had an idea of what he'd see.]
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He doesn't speak, though he debates whether or not he should leave her be. He'd come here to help her be less angry about this mess with the phylacteries and instead he'd let his own anger lash out around him, just as he always did. He takes a breath, chancing a glance to her face. He already had an idea of what he'd see.]