"... you already are," she told him, a touch of confusion in her voice. "It's not a conscious choice. It's just... hard to be lonely when you're alone with someone else. It's a good thing, Master Skywalker. There's no harm in accepting a good thing when it comes your way."

That was something that Rey had needed a little time to accept, herself. She wished she'd been able to recognize Han Solo as the good thing he'd been in her life while he was still around.

She wasn't going to turn a blind eye to what Luke was, or what he could be to her.