First Order Adventure- a Hux X Reader fic

Chapter 44- Bitter/Sweet

You wound up passed out on Hux's bed for an hour at least—It was soft, and warm, and it still smelled like him.
But eventually your tiredness faded, and you knew it was time to get up and do something... no use just laying around all day.
The First Order never sleeps, you thought to yourself. It was something Hux said frequently.
But what to do?
You knew you couldn't set foot outside Hux's quarters, as you hadn't officially informed anyone that you were back on board the Finalizer yet—and someone might possibly see you and, thinking you're a turncoat, (or just because they don't like you) kill you on the spot.
So doing anything remotely productive was absolutely out of the question...
Unfortunate....
You glanced around the room.
Though you'd been in Hux's quarters before, you'd never really gotten a good look at it—the details, that is. Then, in your bored loneliness, every little detail of the room became interesting: The gunmetal walls with black and white accenting. The icy blue sofa, and matching kitchen appliances.
If there's one thing The First Order understood deeper than anyone, it was interior design...
            You noticed a sleek metal shelf near the door that went up to the ceiling, which had a variety of objects on top of it.
Hux didn't seem the type for knick-knacks, but then again, he also wasn't the type to leave an unnecessarily empty space.
Perhaps a closer look...
On a few of the shelves were sleek, metallic black orbs, which might have, to anyone who didn't know Hux at all, looked like some sort of mystical Sith artifact.
Anyone who did know Hux, however, would know that he was quite possibly the least mystical person in the Galaxy—and the shiny orbs were certainly nothing more than a fashionable interior design fixture.
Your eyes continued scanning the shelves, on which were also a plethora of high tech gadgets, and datapads, and a few actual paper notebooks full of scribbles and blueprints—all of which looked to be somewhat old. Some of them had noticeable caf stains. You assume they contained outdated battle plans, and early drafts of Starkiller Base.
Hux never did stop working...
Eventually, you let your eyes wander to something shining, and noticed something small and silver inside a square black box. Despite telling yourself you want to respect Hux's privacy, you couldn't help your curiosity, and picked up the box, and looked inside.
            The small silver item, you realized, was a coin, with sleek edges, and an enduring shine, despite a slight dulling indicating that it was in actuality quite old.
You turned it over in your hand:
On the front was a fortress, surrounded by falling raindrops—and on the back, was the face of a rather noble looking woman, along with text that while you couldn't read, you recognized from your studies of Imperial droid code as the language native to Arkanis.
It was an Arkanian coin.
Your heart lurched.
Quickly, you replaced the coin in its box, and placed the box back where it was originally on the shelf. Shaking your head, you walked towards the kitchen.
I really shouldn't have been snooping, you thought, nearly panicked, what was I thinking?????
Based on what you knew of Hux's history—which he did his very best not to talk about—you concluded that the coin must have been Hux's only remaining tie to his home planet, Arkanis—and to his past.
            You realized then that there were some things better left alone—and until he decided to talk about it, Hux's past was certainly one of them—And his trust was one you couldn't afford to lose.
Well, kriff! You thought, What to do now?
            With a defeated sigh, you walked back towards the kitchen, turned on the tea kettle, and opened the cabinet to see what options Hux had left for you—and unsurprisingly, you found nothing but a seemingly endless stash of tarine tea. You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh— you knew how much Hux liked it, but it was beyond you how he managed to accumulate that much. You emptied a package of leaves into the filtration system, and let it brew.
            I guess this will have to do, you thought.
            And as the tea was steeping, though you tried not to let your mind wander too far to that which wasn't your concern, you couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to live someplace where it rained everyday. And, you wondered if it's something Hux would have even been old enough to remember...
            But before you could wonder anything more, the tea began to whistle, and you poured it into a black mug with blue accenting, and took a long sip.
            You smiled—
            It was bitter.
            —Just the way Hux liked it.