Han, sounding skeptical, replies, “you’ll have to be the one showing me around.” He’s not sure that he believes a planet like Chandrila could have changed so much, but ... there’s a lot of room for him to be surprised with how much the galaxy had changed in thirty years or so.

And speaking of the things that had changed, there was the princess. Her silhouette had changed. Her voice had changed, but somehow, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Leia had entered the room. The last thing he told her when he’d seen her is that he knew that she loved him, which, he also knew had taken a lot for her to admit at that time. Did she know that he loved her too? That she was the last thing that he thought of when he went into that chamber and the first thing that he was able to think about when he could tolerate the pain of waking back up?

“You should know ...” Han’s face pulls into that well meaning, but confused look when he pauses. Like he has far too much to say and he doesn’t know the way to put it. “... that I missed you. A lot.”

And if she answered him with an ‘I know’ of her own? He’d be alright with that,