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Hux slammed the papers down on the control panel and turned around to face Kylo.
"Sixty thousand credits, Ren," he snapped.
There was a pause in which Kylo glanced at him, arms crossed, unsure whether this was a break between sentences or a place in which he was meant to insert an apology. Hux's face reddened slightly, and he chose the latter.
"I'm sorry," he said flatly.
"Then stop breaking my ship," Hux spat. "The windows are cracked, the left wing is melted, the cameras are down-"
"-because I didn't want you watching me while I slept," Kylo inserted petulantly.
"I was not watching you while you slept," Hux said, almost evenly.
"I didn't like that you could," Kylo clarified.
"Listen, Ren-"
"Don't call me that-"
"I'm angry and I will call you whatever I want. Ren, this is-"
"-getting completely out of hand, ridiculous, expensive, yes, I know." Kylo took his saber out and dropped it, sheathed, on a nearby table; a sign of surrender if Hux had ever seen one. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to stop breaking my ship," Hux said, perhaps less angrily than before.
"There's nothing I can do about it," Kylo said. "When I'm upset, I'm upset."
Hux let out a frustrated screech. "This is not about you, Kylo! This is about the First Order, the-"
"You called me Kylo."
Another short pause.
"It was an accident."
"I can tell," Kylo said, smiling a little. He stood up again, returned his saber to its holster, and let his fingers graze Hux's shoulder as he walked out.
"I'll work on not destroying your ship."