He shifts, almost imperceptibly, until he can lean forward enough to rest his forehead against their intertwined fingers. He feels breathless with it, with the enormity of what she's saying, with the implications of it all for him, and for them.

He hasn't wanted to be this close to someone since Grace, and she had seemed like a mountain he would never be able to scale. And now there is Rey, who is whispering to him it was thanks to the man you were, and telling him in as many words that she is learning to care because of the man he is.

"There is nothing about you that I'd see changed," he murmurs, so close to her ear now.