[He can sense how unhappy his turn of conversation makes her and it makes him unhappy too.]

Sorry. I know it's not what you want to be talking about right now. Me too. It's just- mm.

[He didn't want to admit he was afraid of what would happen if they did try to force the Rifter's hand.]

Running away sounds tempting. We could find our own place to live.

[He knows if they separate too far from other Rifters they would be in pain, but he still believed nothing was so painful as what Snoke had put the both of them through.

Wanting to think about that even less than potential Rifter revolts, he focuses his attention on her, sliding his hand up her back and letting himself get lost in the feeling of her skin and her warmth.]