Rey can feel that but coming, and it already stings before it's even left his mouth. It was bait after all, and as soon as he gets to the but the trap will spring, and she'll be left with pain and empty promises that turn out to be nothing more than things she told herself to make herself feel loved.

Ah well, if she's headed for a trap, she may as well make it worth the trouble.

Rey brings her other hand to meet the one he has gripping hers and gently pulls his hand to her own face, lightly holding his warm, leather-clad knuckles against her cheek. It's likely a gesture he'll find odd, but it's strangely comforting, especially when she knows it's also likely to be taken away soon, and Rey closes her eyes for a moment to savor it.

"I know," she replies, breaking her silence at last. But she isn't stopping there.

"You make me feel like I could be someone important. Someone special. I hope I do the same thing for you. You deserve as much."

Under normal circumstances, these would all be horrifically embarrassing things to admit, but now it feels like it could be her last chance, and she thinks she'll probably regret not saying them. Keeping her eyes closed helps, at least.

"And I meant what I said. About you knowing me. And—what I said about your voice, too. It matches your eyes."