Kylo's lips tic towards a hidden smile, his eyes fluttering shut. For most people, the simple touch would barely warrant attention. Kylo, however, can feel the torrent of desire hurling itself behind Ronan's movements— dizzying even without the added rarity of simple tenderness and affection.

"Ronan," he warns, though there's no real admonishment behind the low rumble of his voice. It's possible that by now Ronan knows to recognise the unpracticed fondness hiding there instead.

"The Singularity. If we are to master it, we have to learn its secrets. Working together will increase our chances."