Rey would have thought he'd take her dry comment and manage at least a chuckle out of it, or at the very least return her hug now that she'd crossed the line into physical contact. But he continued to sound so... so sad, so forlorn and broken, and she just didn't know what to do to get him to snap out of it.

She didn't let go of him, but backed up just enough to look at him, frowning as she carefully observed his face. "'Let me?' You-... really haven't been paying attention, have you?"

The fact that he was scared of her throwing her life away implied something of a lengthy commitment, and while she couldn't say she had any arguments against that, she hadn't exactly thought that far. But then... he was older than her, so it stood to reason that if he were to engage a woman in any sort of way, he'd expect it to be for an extended period of time. She understood that much, but if she wanted to agree to that sort of commitment, it was ultimately her choice.

"You can't stop what I feel. If you don't want to do anything about it, I can't force you. I'd never do that, not to you or anyone else. But... you want to. We both know you do. So what good comes in denying it?"