Firo bites back any number of retorts. Like hey, buddy, how about how he felt about that whole sabotage thing? But that would be too harsh, he thinks, and it would also require him to admit to those softer, more vulnerable emotions. No thanks.

Instead, he reaches across the table for her hand and, if she doesn't pull away, will set his fingers on the back of her wrist. He tries to shake off the feelings of frustration and instead focus on how he feels about Rey when she's not being a stubborn little mule.

Which is love. Love and fondness and happiness and no room for anything else.