She acknowledges his offer with a little nod and a wobbly attempt at a smile before heading directly for his sofa. She curls up in a corner, tucking her legs under her, picking up the throw pillow whose space she's just taken and hugging it tight to her chest. It doesn't help take the empty feeling away, but at least if she squeezes it hard enough she won't feel like throwing it across the room in frustration at losing someone else.
"You don't have to stop whatever you were doing before."
In some ways it'll be easier if he just carries on doing the same thing he'd have been doing otherwise; she doesn't see how paying more attention to her feelings is going to make them fade any faster. It's just better to be sad in Kylo's apartment with him instead of sad and alone in hers.
He hadn't been doing anything in particular before. His thoughts had been occupied for a while by the grief coming from both her and his grandfather and what it might mean. Her message had only served to confirm it.
But he nods regardless, and decides to give her some space. For the next several minutes, he moves around the small apartment kitchen, washing and putting away what little is currently out of place. When he returns, it's with a plate containing the latest thing he'd found in the market to have on hand for Rey to try, which happens to be cookies made with bits of some dried fruit he's not actually familiar with. Silently, he sets it down on the small table beside Rey's edge of the sofa.
She picks up a cookie and takes a sullen bite out of it, not out of any ingratitude but because taking out her upset on a cookie is easier than talking about it.
"Thank you."
It's belated, mumbled while chewing. Her usual enthusiasm for food is dampened a little, but only a little. Fruit is still such a novelty, even dried fruit which wasn't terribly hard to come by back home. More importantly, it gives her something to think about that isn't Luke being gone or Luke being dead back home or Vader's grief somehow feeling oppressive in the Force even though she's not directly connected to him. She's not sure if she's picking it up via Kylo or if it's just that Vader is that much of a presence.
And she realizes, then, that she hasn't asked Kylo how he's dealing. With any of it.
"Are you all right? I know you didn't want him here, but the rest of us being upset can't be easy for you."
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"You don't have to stop whatever you were doing before."
In some ways it'll be easier if he just carries on doing the same thing he'd have been doing otherwise; she doesn't see how paying more attention to her feelings is going to make them fade any faster. It's just better to be sad in Kylo's apartment with him instead of sad and alone in hers.
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But he nods regardless, and decides to give her some space. For the next several minutes, he moves around the small apartment kitchen, washing and putting away what little is currently out of place. When he returns, it's with a plate containing the latest thing he'd found in the market to have on hand for Rey to try, which happens to be cookies made with bits of some dried fruit he's not actually familiar with. Silently, he sets it down on the small table beside Rey's edge of the sofa.
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"Thank you."
It's belated, mumbled while chewing. Her usual enthusiasm for food is dampened a little, but only a little. Fruit is still such a novelty, even dried fruit which wasn't terribly hard to come by back home. More importantly, it gives her something to think about that isn't Luke being gone or Luke being dead back home or Vader's grief somehow feeling oppressive in the Force even though she's not directly connected to him. She's not sure if she's picking it up via Kylo or if it's just that Vader is that much of a presence.
And she realizes, then, that she hasn't asked Kylo how he's dealing. With any of it.
"Are you all right? I know you didn't want him here, but the rest of us being upset can't be easy for you."