He wonders, now, if she understands what he's feeling for her- if she understands that, perhaps, she's feeling the same things. The start of something pleasant, just a curl in his stomach that means intimacy in a way he hasn't felt for a while. And it's so much safer than last time.

He won't tell her yet. Not now. Not when she's feeling like this, because he wants this to be something good for them to share, not something that only comes up when one of them is feeling bad. So he nods and tightens his hold on her, and lets those other things rest for now. "Good. Fuck 'em, Rey- you know what you're worth."