With his eyelids still closed over eyes that can't see, Han rests his head back against the wall. It's not like the wall was padded for purpose of people laying against it, but he's kinda thankful that is right now. He needs to ...
He doesn't know what he needs to do. He'd love a drink, but it doesn't seem like a great idea to mix alcohol with all the awful he's feeling right now. Even with Ben doing his best to ease his father's aches and pains, he still feels like crap. It would have been kinder to let some of this information come to him a little more slowly, he thinks. ... but when had life ever been kind to him? This was probably more fitting.
So far he knew that he'd lost a good twenty or thirty years. That Leia had been pregnant when he'd been tortured and thrown into a carbonite prison. His ship no longer belonged to him.
"Sounds like you've been taking care of her." He says, lamely. It's hard to think of anything else to say right this second.
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He doesn't know what he needs to do. He'd love a drink, but it doesn't seem like a great idea to mix alcohol with all the awful he's feeling right now. Even with Ben doing his best to ease his father's aches and pains, he still feels like crap. It would have been kinder to let some of this information come to him a little more slowly, he thinks. ... but when had life ever been kind to him? This was probably more fitting.
So far he knew that he'd lost a good twenty or thirty years. That Leia had been pregnant when he'd been tortured and thrown into a carbonite prison. His ship no longer belonged to him.
"Sounds like you've been taking care of her." He says, lamely. It's hard to think of anything else to say right this second.