[He spends a long time looking at the little data cube before he dares to play its recorded message. It could be anything. It could, really, but Han has a feeling he can guess at the contents, or at least the sender. He might not have Leia's alleged preternatural senses, but he knows a thing or three about luck.
So when Ben's face appears, it isn't entirely unexpected, but somehow it takes him by surprise all the same. It should feel like looking a stranger-- he doesn't know this boy at all-- but it doesn't. He finds himself smiling at his son's laugh, his story; ducks his head a bit at the end, unconsciously mirroring the motion.
And then he sits a long while, and then he watches it again, and once more, and then he scrolls through the functions on his MID without giving himself a chance to think better of the idea.]
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Date: 2016-07-16 11:25 pm (UTC)So when Ben's face appears, it isn't entirely unexpected, but somehow it takes him by surprise all the same. It should feel like looking a stranger-- he doesn't know this boy at all-- but it doesn't. He finds himself smiling at his son's laugh, his story; ducks his head a bit at the end, unconsciously mirroring the motion.
And then he sits a long while, and then he watches it again, and once more, and then he scrolls through the functions on his MID without giving himself a chance to think better of the idea.]
Can we talk somewhere
Just us