"No," she told him just as quickly as he apologized. "No, don't be-... I know what you meant, I think, at least I'm pretty sure-...." She was talking over him, they were talking over each other, and that didn't make for very good communication at all, but she couldn't stop herself from rambling, much as she tried.

Worrying at her lower lips with her teeth, Rey tried not to look defeated as she sat down besides Luke, sitting perhaps a bit closer than she had the day before and still holding onto his hand. She still felt embarrassed, not wanting him to think that she was just some touch-starved young girl who couldn't be trusted alone with a grown man. Though honestly, it was hard not to feel that way.

Letting out a small, humorless laugh at his last comment, Rey replied, "I wouldn't want to kill you, I know that much." She hesitated for a moment before she was able to meet his eyes, her hand eventually seeming to finally gather up the nerve to experimentally take proper hold of his.

"I don't know what I want," she told him earnestly, voice low. "But I do know that I... I like being with you. Talking, eating, learning; being with you just feels right. And given last night... I think it's obvious I'd like to do more with you. With the feeling being mutual, I don't think there's any need to dive into anything. We can just... lean into it, instead."