Her breath hitches as Ben pulls her in and curls an arm around her, and it feels like the easiest thing in the world to lean against his chest, nose tucked into the hollow of his throat as she wraps an arm around his waist.

Rey knows that this doesn't mean that things are resolved, or that parts of her are not still furious with him, but she just can't bring herself to deny this. The memory of how it felt to lose him is still fresh in her mind and a fresh set of tears squeeze from her eyes as she presses them shut, gripping her fingers in the back of his sweater.

Before she met Finn and they grew close, Rey couldn't remember ever being hugged. The act of it had felt foreign to her, even after desperately craving some sort of contact for all of her life, any scrap of affection.

This isn't like that. This feels like making up for lost time, and she sniffles against his collar, letting go of his hand only so she wrap both of her arms around him and squeeze tightly as she buries her face in his chest.

"If I had remembered all that and you weren't here," she admits breathlessly, turning her head to press her cheek to the front of his shoulder, "I'm not sure what I would have done."