“I think you’re beautiful, and I’m always right, remember?” She gives him a rueful smile and reaches up to cup his cheeks in both hands. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful. Ever since you first took that dumb helmet off. It was very frustrating, actually.”

He may not be most conventionally attractive, but what does Rey know about convention? She’s always been able to find beauty in forgotten things, broken things, and see what they would look like when made whole.

“You can be here whenever you’d like,” she tells him as she pulls him in to give him another soft kiss before releasing him. You could be here always, she thinks, but she doesn’t say it. “And I’ll make sure that there is always bacon for you to cook.”