Entirely Different

Chapter Twenty Nine : Commander

Sevier had this way about him, he was as charming as he was smarmy; and though Kylo still couldn't bring himself to actually like him, he had to admit that it felt nice to be heard. To have his thoughts validated by someone who knew you, who knew what you were like, even though Sevier was unaware they'd been talking about you.

"So I'd say fuck her, man. If she's making you choose, show her what she's missing." Sevier arched a brow again as he steered the two of them toward the next TIE. "You never have to choose. Have your fucking cake and eat it too."

Kylo nodded alongside him, even found himself smiling, relieved that someone had assured him he didn't have to change.

"So how's the other girl?" Sevier asked, typing some report into his data pad as the pair continued on.

"Hm?" Kylo's brows furrowed.

Sevier looked back at him and chuckled, smirking as he raked his hand through his hair.

"The other girl? She asked you to choose between them?" Sevier clarified.

Oh, Sevier must have gotten the wrong idea. Obviously, he didn't quite get what Kylo was talking about. There was no one else, there was only you; and you'd asked him to make up his mind about what you were, the question of exclusivity was not one asked. Kylo shook his head, brows still tightly drawn together.

"No, I-" Kylo started.

"I get it, man." Sevier interrupted, voice lower now and conspiratorial.

He leaned toward Kylo, blocking his face from the rest of the hangar with his data pad, and spoke lowly.

"Look, I always had one 'show' girl, you know? One that I took out, introduced to family and coworkers, and such. And that way, I could have as many other women as I wanted without risking reputation. Try it out, man. Women are desperate. She'll settle for sharing you if she can be yours in public."

This fucking bastard. Was he talking about you? Kylo's hands balled into fists at his side, jaw set so hard he could taste blood. Luckily, before he could act on the sudden wave of rage, he caught the command shuttle landing out of the corner of his eye and backed away slowly. Sevier narrowed his eyes on him.

"Thanks for the advice..." Kylo muttered.

"I have to go... rewire a calcinator." He mumbled as Sevier turned to acknowledge the shuttle landing as well.

"Yeah, I have to get back to work. Take my advice, Matt. You won't regret it." Sevier winked before turning in the direction of the new arrival.

Kylo slunk back to his place in the shadows, head spinning. Forget what that fucker said, manipulative fucking asshole. Kylo could see why you left him.

Kylo watched you storm off the ship, making a beeline for the exit. He could sense irritation rolling off of you from where he stayed tucked away and hidden. He wondered what had gotten you so upset, but didn't dare reach out with the Force, you'd grown too powerful for him to slip in to your thoughts. Then, suddenly, he watched as you turned on your heel and head back into the hangar. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on where you were adjusting your course to.

You walked up to a girl wearing a medbay uniform and the two of you talked cheerfully for a moment until Kylo watched as Sevier began pacing towards you. Kylo recognized the look on his face, like a predator cornering his prey. Kylo growled under his breath, much to his own surprise. He watched as Sevier spoke for a short time before you and your friend spun away and out of the hangar bay. Kylo watched more while Sevier was joined by his sister (Kylo had quite forgotten her name) and the two of them conversed quietly for a moment or two.