The time it took for Freya to remove his glove felt like an eternity, and at the same time only barely seconds. In that time he again had second thoughts about his motivations behind going along with this, but not enough time to decide whether or not to act on them. He didn't know if he would have, but it didn't matter. In the blink of an eye, he felt her skin against his, and Kyle's entire world turned upside down.
No amount of previous experience could have prepared him for it. Kylo's own encounter with Rey was very much like this, and at the same time instantly paled in comparison to what Kyle felt now. He felt everything.
He felt her, more thoroughly and completely then in all the time that they'd spent together these last six months. During the times when their bond was at its strongest he only ever felt her in fragments, the lengths that they'd gone to keep each other at a distance now fully realized with hindsight. Even now he kept all thoughts of the Resistance away from her in the farthest corner of his mind, but that was only one small part of him. The rest of Kyle was almost at once laid bare to her.
While his reaction to the touch was more subtle, it was still noticeable. A flinch from him echoed her reflexive jump, followed by an audible hitch in his breath when he felt their combined power course through him like a tidal wave. Wide, uncertain eyes met hers that very quickly gave way to a similar shade of amazement as the raw power they created flowed between them, intangible as life itself yet he now held that life in his hands.
Looking down at their joined hands, Kyle noted with an intense interest that even without the glove, his hand swallowed hers. He felt her hand over his like an extension of himself, one that flowed straight to her. As if testing this theory, Kyle moved a single finger under hers, the pad of his running across her palm with what felt like an electrical currant running through him, her skin noticeably softer in comparison.
She wasn't here with him. Not really, and yet he felt her all around him. Saw her in front of him, more clearly and more real then he had before their hands had come into direct contact with each other. The differences were overwhelming, even through the Force Freya was as solid to him now as if she were actually sitting here in this room with him.
A part of him found himself wishing that she was.
Stretching his hand out experimentally underneath hers, the tips of his fingers brushed against her wrist before wrapping his hand around hers in a firmer hold. Their bond overwhelmed him to the point that all other thoughts left him except to stay connected to her, using his hold on her wrist to twist their hands upwards and align them palm to palm.
Freya's loneliness echoed his like a singular heartbeat and Kyle followed it down, giving himself over momentarily to the pull of their shared power as he locked eyes with her again. Seeing her through the Force was like seeing his past, present and future all at once, most of it he couldn't begin to untangle, but there was one vision that stood out to him above the rest. A vision of Freya firmly at his side, so absolute that any lingering doubts Kyle had about her instantly vanished.
He had been right all along.
Despite this revelation, the vision wasn't what ultimately held his attention. It was her. Kyle took another shuddering breath, breathing her in like she was air and held her gaze unwavering, every instinct in him to pull away from her no longer there. He wanted her this close.