Entirely Different

Chapter Twenty Nine : Commander

"Sorry, man. I've been zoning out today."

Sevier seemed to believe him and reluctant to ask, but surprisingly he did just that.

"What's up?" He asked, sounding uninterested as he turned his attention back to the reports.

Kylo was distracted by the reports as well, continuing to read your incoming commentary over his shoulder as his lips moved subconsciously to spew some nonsense to keep Sevier off his back.

"Just a rough night. I didn't sleep and I left my room early even though I have nothing to do today. I guess I'm just roaming around trying to sort out my head..." Kylo rambled.

Sevier snorted, a gruff sound signifying male solidarity.

"Let me guess, girl troubles?" He asked, eyes still on his screen.

Kylo nodded behind him, humming a small agreement to whatever Sevier had said while his eyes absorbed your comments. You'd sent a few through that were less than glowing, pointing out a need for improvement on in-flight turns and a lack of concern for internal equilibrium. You specifically noted that take off sent several items, that were not properly strapped down, hurdling towards the back of the ship. Kylo watched as Sevier seemed to select those less than perfect marks and wipe them from the report.

Sneaky fucker. Kylo thought.

Suddenly, Sevier was closing the report tabs and turning towards Kylo, who shifted his gaze quickly to the TIEs being rolled in on the right side of the hangar.

"Let me offer you some free advice, tech." Sevier started, stealing Kylo's attention back to him.

He smirked, self-assured and motioned for Kylo to follow. Kylo did so, not at all a fan of being so obedient to this shmuck but he'd dug himself in too deep to climb out now.

"Girls are not a problem, man." Sevier snorted, cocky smile plastered to his face.

Kylo wracked his brain. What's he talking about? How did the conversation get here?

Kylo hadn't been paying attention to his ramblings at the podium, now he came to the bitter realization that he'd unintentionally spilled more of the truth and he was about to endure the painfully awkward reality that your ex was readying to give him girl advice. Kylo wanted to simultaneously laugh in his face and also listen intently.

"Girls are simple. So tell me, is your girl mad at you?" Sevier asked, approaching one of the TIE fighters.

Kylo scoffed. "Yeah, she's pissed."

Sevier nodded.

"They always are, right?"

Kylo nodded, pretending to be interested in the TIE that Sevier has led them towards, peeking his head in to check out the cockpit.

"Fucking women, always mad about something. So what's she pissed about?"

Kylo looked around the pilot seat, running a hand over the leather.

"She says I have to make up my mind..." Kylo answered vaguely, glancing back at Sevier who simply arched a brow.

"She told me to 'figure out what I want.'" Kylo couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Sevier snorted, clapping a hand on Kylo's back.

"You don't have to figure out what you want, man. She doesn't run the fucking show. You do."

Kylo swallowed, feeling oddly understood and heard.

"Exactly, exactly!" He agreed emphatically, nodding.