He took a deep breath, his fingers flexing at his sides. And as soon as the path was clear, Armitage bolted from the closet. He tried not to look back at Snoke as he ran. The sight of the old man would rattle him and he needed to stay focused. So he put his trust in Ben, believing his boyfriend would cover him until he was out of sight.
He moved fast. Faster than he ever thought he could run. His pulse was thumping in his ears, but his mind remained fixated on the task of retrieving the others.. Until he nearly collided with yet another familiar form.
Armitage had just reached the stairs, the sole of his shoe just barely hitting the first step when he saw him. And immediately, Armitage retreated, ice-cold fear shooting throughout his body. He stumbled backward and down to the carpet, his legs no longer able to support him. The shock had struck him far deeper than it had with Snoke. It was his father, and Brendol did not look pleased to see him.
Had he been thinking clearly, Armitage could have pushed past him. His father may have been larger than he was, but the younger Hux could have easily slipped around him if he were set on it. However, Armitage had not seen his father since his death several years prior, and all that hate, all those horrid memories came flooding back. Armitage was rendered speechless, those green eyes wide and staring up at Brendol.
Brendol took a step closer and his son moved further away. Every pace that followed seemed to quicken, until Armitage had been backed up against a wall. He knew Ben was busy with Snoke, knew the other man had his hands full with the far more pressing threat. But out of sheer impulse, he called out for his boyfriend. "Fuck, Ben --"