thrilled by the still of your hand

“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” she tells him, her hand in his, her fingers stroking the back of his hand. “If you don’t want me to touch you–”

“No,” he interrupts her. His heart is beating wildly in his chest, underneath her palm, but he tries his best. “No, please. I want– I want everything. With you. I just– I’m not used to this. Being touched.”

It comes as a revelation to him, the fact that he’s someone who can be touched. Who can be touched like this.

-- or: after a lifetime spent on his own, devoid of any physical touch that wasn't meant to cause pain, Ben discovers that he's someone who can be touched out of love and care, and Rey has to help him through it.