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[onlyeverdoubted]

I'm just going to assume this is Hux, what do you need?

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[onlyeverdoubted]

Bodhi would no more suggest Hux could just not plan than he'd tell the man to stop breathing, of course. "Well, give us a starting point. Just preliminaries."

[worstweasley]

"Preliminaries." He repeats, skeptical.

"All right. I envision a staff hand-picked by me, loyal and trustworthy, smart and capable, who will advise me on matters of state and keep me informed of the goings-on of my territory.

I would make my home as I have done most of my life; on a capital flagship, Destroyer-class, with 50,000 troops aboard.

Over time I would begin to ease my control over my region and transfer power to those who have proven themselves worthy of it.

And then I would retire from military service, satisfied and happy with my life's work to begin teaching."

[onlyeverdoubted]

Not what he was really thinking of, either, and maybe not what he was hoping to hear. But there's still that purpose, that clarity that he can admire, and the perfectly simple utility of it. It's a good, clear plan. Sensible. "The teaching part, how's that go?"

[worstweasley]

"I run a lecture hall of mostly young teens to young adults, all hand-picked in their fields and with outstanding promise. I give speeches on what I have learned in my many years of service."

[onlyeverdoubted]

This mostly matches Bodhi's experiences of education. Knowing the little he does about Hux's upbringing, an officer without even the comfort of his peers, Bodhi chooses not to tell him just now what his chances of a rapt audience are. "I know you're a good speaker with an audience of one," he says instead. Maybe he is a little soft.

[worstweasley]

"You tune me out more often than not. Anyway; it's just a dream. Dreams fluctuate and change; who knows if I'll have the same one in a year or so?"

[onlyeverdoubted]

Bodhi actually looks a little affronted for a moment, a flicker across the contended agitation that's been animating him to an unusual state of open enthusiasm. He's perky enough that the shift is visible, however brief. "No I don't," he says with equally uncommon firmness. "But, well, yeah, about dreams, sure." And there it goes.

[worstweasley]

"Really?" Hux sits up, surprised. "I don't bore you with my treaties on government-run programs or how to balance an army budget?"

[onlyeverdoubted]

He sort of thought that was obvious, and he looks a little bashful not because he can find anything to be ashamed of here (even he's not that good), but because of the attention. "I love listening to you." The word isn't as weighty as it sometimes is, but it's still a deliberate choice. This is a little more touchy than the compliment game, because Bodhi's feelings are wrapped up in it, too. There are a few stand-out moments along the way, but he fell for Hux over lectures and book discussions. "I always learn something, and you're good with helping if I'm lost. And I just like your voice, but that probably doesn't help. With the students."

[worstweasley]

He flushes across his nose, deeply pleased. So much, in fact, that he takes the opportunity to kiss Bodhi. It's quick and chaste, but Hux isn't given to public or private displays of affection.

[onlyeverdoubted]

Bodhi's happy little sigh is just voiced enough to hear. What the hell, he's already embarrassed. It's not that he would change anything about how this works; what Hux is comfortable with is his first, most important goal. But there's no denying it's nice. For special occasions, as a treat.