A lump rises in Curtis' throat as her emotions wash over him. Eyes bright, he nods, just a little.

He wondered before how Dejah could stand to feel so much. Years spent trying to stifle his own emotions -- keep the anger burning low, smash everything else for his own protection -- and now it's like he can feel everything. It overwhelms him. He almost doesn't know what to do.

"Yeah," is all he says, just above a breath, before he kisses her gently.