He let his face fall slightly, cheek into her palm, a strangely intimate gesture he wasn't thinking about but could not help.

"All right," he said softly. "Keep telling me that." There would come a day that she knew the whole truth, about him and Kylo Ren. And she would look on him with all the horror and disgust he'd expected. But for now, he could not fight it. He would bask in the glow of her hope, for a little bit.

And maybe, just maybe, he could quell his fear of her power, and his. If he could just get through more than an hour without freaking out about the past, present, or future.

So much for his vaunted Jedi mastery.