It isn't him. And it's not that he's not doing enough to show her what he feels for her, and this is - it is not the usual type of worry for Rey. But all she knows is hardship, all she remembers is the anger and hopelessness and fear of the unknown and having to step into it on her own, and so young, so young, and it's - it's not an easy thing to simply get over.

Hopefully, he'd understand. Hopefully, he wouldn't hold the question against her.

"You probably - ", she hiccups, cursing the tears she can't hold at bay, "Probably had a lot more room in your bunk."