Han's son had been seduced by a man who had told him all kinds of lies. Han knows as much. He even suspects his son probably does too. He wasn't around enough to remind the kid of the truth, though. Traditions of Jedi training be damned - he should have been. It was easy to see that now.
Once again he calls upon courage to approach. Maybe, with some work, it won't take so much of it for him to be near his own kid. It's not like the old man to be a hugger. There wasn't a lot of that in his childhood and though with his own missightedness there probably wasn't that much more in Kylo's, but to put his hand in the kids hair and ruffle the dark strands is the gesture of affection that he was comfortable with.
Chalk it up to being nurtured by a kind Wookiee in his teenaged years.
"I still do." He murmurs quietly and offers him this memory, "you know, when you were young, your mother used to get all glib with me about holding you so much. Teased me about being a scoundrel going soft, but she'd be lying if she said anything other the fact that she loved watching the two of us together. You could see it in her eyes how happy she was ... we both were."
"Sometimes, when your mom was on Coruscant trying to keep the senate from dissolving all over again and you were off with your uncle, which always seemed like the best place for you with how powerful we could all see you were going to be, I'd be convincing myself that we were doing the right thing."
Han clears his throat, his own eyes misty, and continues "Looking back almost every decision I ever had to make - what I wanted was easy and what was right was the hard thing. Being apart from you was so hard, I believed I was doing something good."
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Date: 2016-06-20 01:53 pm (UTC)Once again he calls upon courage to approach. Maybe, with some work, it won't take so much of it for him to be near his own kid. It's not like the old man to be a hugger. There wasn't a lot of that in his childhood and though with his own missightedness there probably wasn't that much more in Kylo's, but to put his hand in the kids hair and ruffle the dark strands is the gesture of affection that he was comfortable with.
Chalk it up to being nurtured by a kind Wookiee in his teenaged years.
"I still do." He murmurs quietly and offers him this memory, "you know, when you were young, your mother used to get all glib with me about holding you so much. Teased me about being a scoundrel going soft, but she'd be lying if she said anything other the fact that she loved watching the two of us together. You could see it in her eyes how happy she was ... we both were."
"Sometimes, when your mom was on Coruscant trying to keep the senate from dissolving all over again and you were off with your uncle, which always seemed like the best place for you with how powerful we could all see you were going to be, I'd be convincing myself that we were doing the right thing."
Han clears his throat, his own eyes misty, and continues "Looking back almost every decision I ever had to make - what I wanted was easy and what was right was the hard thing. Being apart from you was so hard, I believed I was doing something good."