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[He reaches for the clothes once he's near the bed, slipping them on and kissing the side of her head in thanks.]

Thank you.

[He takes her in for a moment, eyebrows raising slightly.]

That's one of my shirts.

[It's large on her, black, and loose hanging. Of course it's his. The sight of it makes his throat bob and his teeth scrape over his lip.]

[ Rey's eyes close briefly and she smiles when he kisses the side of her head. She finishes up what she's doing on the communicator, putting it on the bedstand while he eyes her. Looking up at him she arches her eyebrows innocently. ]

It is. Is that a problem?

No, not at all.

[He isn't sure whether he likes it on her or if he likes the idea of taking it off her better. It's definitely not lost on her how this affects him. He swallows thickly, his eyes drifting from her face down to her legs, bared comfortably on the bed.]

You can keep wearing it.

[And any other shirt of his, for that matter. He likes it entirely too much, whatever that says about him.]

[ A grin slowly spreads across her face as she kicks back the covers, shaking her head at him. ]

I was going to with or without your consent, but glad you approve. Come lie down.

[ She holds her hand out to him, inviting him back to the bed. ]

[He moves under the covers obediently, adjusting his pillow before settling in.]

Mm. You look like you're comfortable in it at least.

[He wanted to snuggle in close, feeling almost needy for her warmth. It was an emotion he still warred with himself over. He didn't deserve to need her as much as he wanted to.]

[ Waving her hand to turn the lights out with aid from the Force, Rey snuggles up to Ben, not hesitating where he fought with himself. ]

It's very comfortable, yes. A lot of the clothes you can buy traditionally here seems made more for style than comfort, at least where women are concerned. I need to start making my own clothes again.

[ Not that her clothes had ever been anything particularly flashy, but they'd been efficient, and comfortable. ]

‘Again’?

[Forgive him. He’s never had to sew something in his life, pretty much. Maybe mend a few holes but not make an entire outfit.]

Mm.

[ She replies, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, draping an arm over his chest. ]

I made a lot of my own clothes when I was on Jakku, or modified them from things I found on wrecked ships.

[It's on the tip of his tongue to say that she doesn't have to make clothes any more, but he understands her point - if the clothes here aren't comfortable, she'd want something that was. Still, he turns it over in his head. The last thing he wanted was to sound condescending.]

Was it hard to make them?

[A safer topic, he decides. Maybe she can teach him, not that he'd forgo the old stand by of buying clothes. He had never once thought of it.]

At first. Once I got better at it and figured out how best to do it, it got easier. It was something to do in the evenings when I was done running flight simulations.

[ She loved working with her hands, and sewing qualified into that. Plus she could sometimes trade things she made for extra portions to others in need. ]

Can you teach me? I've never made my own clothes before. Usually everything I've owned was bought or a droid did it for me. Aside from cooking and training, obviously.

[He can do some things. It just is painfully apparent how sheltered he is. He had been with Luke since he was 10 years old and then the First Order provided everything else.]

[ Pausing just to look at him in the dim light of her room, she smiles softly and nods. He surprises her, with little glimpses of his past life. Nothing too painful to talk about, but every once in a while she gets another piece of Ben Solo. ]

Of course I will.

I can't say I'll be good at it.

[He nuzzles his way into the crook of her neck where it met her shoulder. This was what bliss felt like. He tried not to let it make him too comfortable but moments like this made him want to - made him want more. The energy he spent on denying himself was immense.]

[ She lets out a quiet laugh, curling her hand around the back of his head and turning her head to press a kiss to his ear. ]

It'll still be nice to do something together.

[He shivers when she kisses him, just as he always did these days. It was easy to. At least he didn't recoil from her touch like he expected to, but spending time together in the most intimate sense month after month had made him used to her touch. Too used to it.]

Mm. You could also share it with me. Through our connection. Though I don't think I know how. It's just an idea. I've seen how you fight - it's a lot like me. Maybe it's the same idea.

[He has a theory she "borrowed" his training and it augmented her own innate talent and instincts. It had been interesting to see it without being on the receiving end.]

Maybe. I don't really... I don't know how I did it. I just know when I had the saber in my hand it felt like I'd been fighting with one my whole life.

[ There had been other things, too. The mind tricks, and the probing. The latter she'd only ever done to him, but the former... That had definitely been a skill she picked up and made use of. ]

It might only work with knowledge of the Force.

Maybe. But you said you saw our future. That wouldn’t have anything to do with knowledge of the Force because the Force doesn’t decide our futures for us.

[These were a lot of maybes and it was making the gears turn in his head. It was like solving a great puzzle or an equation.]

I have visions.

[ She says it with some hesitance, though she knows he's had them too. ]

I hear things, too. Ever since I was a child. Back then I thought it was just... memories, but the first time I touched the lightsaber I saw things from... the past, and the future. I saw you, in the forest, and I saw me, when my parents left me. I saw Luke facing Vader, too.

And the island. You used to dream about it.

[He remembers that from probing her mind. They both know now it was the island Luke had been hiding on. Somehow she could see these things that he never would have dreamed of. All of his dreams had been darkness.]

I guess my point was that if we're connected so deeply, then maybe we can share things - memories, knowledge and all that. Though I guess sewing would be a silly way to use it.

[He smiles a bit, his eyes lighting up with the curiosity of it all.]

I want to know more and be able to test it sometime - just different things the bond could do.

[ Rey nods her head, smiling a little as he slips into that curious state of mind. It had annoyed her, at first, how he'd been more curious about their bond than angry like she had been. Now it's one of the things that endears him to her the most. ]

We can do that. It would be nice to learn more about it.

You can tell me when I’m being ridiculous, though. Something like the Force probably warrants a little more than me using it to cheat at learning to sew clothes.

[He had always had a curious mind. As a child it helped him learn his way around tinkering with droids and ships. At first, for the longest time, he had believed Snoke - and Palpatine as he now knew was the case - had been the only one to understand and sympathize with him. Rey had no ulterior motives behind being agreeable or listening to him. It made some small part of him - the most vulnerable piece of him that he kept locked up tight - want to weep in joy. It was something so small that was at war with the image of himself that he put out in the world.]

I’ve spent my whole life learning about the Force and this is the thing that has me asking questions.

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