"Dejah -- " He can't get any farther than that. Curtis reaches up (slowly, as his shoulder muscles catch and bear weight they haven't carried for months now) and rests his new palm against her cheek. The light shimmers, a stray bit of blue catching on her face.

Then his other hand joins the metal one, both hands, two hands cradling her face, and, laughing, Curtis draws her down into a long kiss.