Once a week, Hux found himself in the communal refresher. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his private one, or that he wanted to show his subordinates he was ‘relatable’ or something. In fact, he wasn’t exactly sure why he did it. Yet every week he went.
As he stood under the harsh spray of the water, he closed his eyes. The voices of the officers echoed off the walls as they spoke to one another of trifles and petty arguments. None of them looked his way or attempted to converse with him. In a way, Hux enjoyed this, because for once he didn’t have to actively think about anything- he could just listen.
All at once, the men around him quieted and he heard the wet slaps of their feet walking out in a hurried unison. He didn’t have to open his eyes or even guess as to why this strange event would happen.
“Ren.” He said, without turning around.
“General. It’s almost as if you’re Force-sensitive, knowing when I’m in the room without looking.” Stars, Hux swore he could hear the smirk in his stupid baritone voice.