[Kylo had been more than grateful to finally be in a larger apartment. The last one had just been too small to contain the personalities of both him and Hux together. Their last explosive fight had proven that. Now they were in a new one with Anakin, and finally, he was able to have his own room again after almost three months of sharing a bed with the general he hated. It was smaller than his chambers on the Finalizer, but anything was better than fighting like cats and dogs every night for covers. He still had some fading bite marks.

When he fell into bed that night, he was prepared to fall asleep quickly. He'd never had any problems before, always usually exhausted after a day of training. Here, Ahsoka, Anakin, and even Maketh had kept him busy. But he just couldn't get comfortable. It was too quiet and he kept rolling over, expecting to feel a pair of ice-cold feet on his own. When he realized what was happening, there was only one solution for it. He couldn't believe the lunacy that made him creep up the stairs and to Hux's room.

He'd been expecting Hux to shoot at him and wasn't disappointed. He was a soldier to the bone. Automatically, he drew his own weapon. The glow from the lightsaber lit up the room in a devilish red, reflecting off of Kylo's dark eyes. He just stood there, unsure of how to proceed, and wondering what temporary insanity had led him to this course of action in the first place.]

It's too quiet.

[He sat down on the edge of the bed, lightsaber still on, blinking owlishly.]