He was sitting across from her, shirtless again. His eyes were on the wall, or a wall.

"Ben I'm sorry for earlier."

His eyes moved from the wall to the floor as he shook his head lightly.

"Can we at least talk about what's going on? There's a fight outside and in here."

He took a deep breath and swallowed.

Is he really going to stay silent like this the entire time?

"What did you expect me to do? Look like a crazy person and let the whole Resistance know we have something going on?"

Her face was heating up from the pent up anger she was fighting back. Her skin started to pinch from the nails that began to dig.

"No, I didn't think you were so embarrassed by me," he muttered.

She stood up, taking a few steps closer to him. "I'm not, Ben. I have a lot of people suspicious of me already and that would've made it worse."

More silent tears slipped down his cheeks. Her words were taking no effect and it was starting to break her down.

"Please Ben, I'm so tired of fighting you. If they found out, they would find a way to hurt you."

He finally lifted his head, blinking slowly with a broken gaze. It reminded her of the face he gave when she left him behind on Crait. She shuddered at the wave of guilt.

Rey sat next to him, keeping an inch between them.

The Resistance would try to find a way to get to him through her, she knows that for sure. It wouldn't be wise to let others know. Her hand grabbed his stiff fist.

"Ben. I don't want you to question where I stand with you."

He stood up, resting his hands on his hips while shaking his head. He finally opened his mouth.

"How can I not? You..." He paused as he tried to hold back his true feelings. They betrayed him yet again, letting out a cracked sound before he started speaking.

"You're happier without me."

She jumped up, rushing to his side. "No! Ben, look at me."

She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. Tears were spilling over her thumbs.

"I'm never going to give up on you-"

He pushed away, stepping back from her until he was against the wall.

"Don't act like I've never heard that one before. You and everyone else in my pitiful family," he sneered.

"Ben-"

"Just don't," he warned.

The sharpness in his tone didn't scare her. She stood her ground as she always did.

"My offer still stands too. Just let me in."

She wasn't sure if he was even listening at that point but she needed him to understand that she is on his side.

Rey stepped up to him, reaching her fingers out to him. He let his hands be grabbed by her much smaller ones.

"Then you need to let me do the same."

Her eyes stayed on their mingling hands.

He's right. They're both scared and alone, fighting on opposite sides. None of this has ever been easy.

He rested his forehead against hers. His chest pressed into hers, radiating heat.

The Force was as it should be. The Light and Darkness were together and entwined. The last time it was like this was when they fought together.

It was relaxing, almost, with how smoothly it was flowing between them.

Rey could feel her heart starting to race the more she pressed herself into him.

This would be a good time to tell him her feelings.

"Ben?"

"Yes?"

"I...I'm-"

A pounding made her jump.

"Rey, we gotta go!"

"I'll be there."

She glanced back up at his sorrowful face.

"I'll see you again soon."

Rey took a reluctant step back, keeping her hand in his until the Force cut them off. The air was unfamiliar and cold around her fingers.