His poor ship is nearly a century old and still very much beloved by Han. He's becoming concerned about exactly how many tantrums that it's going to be able to withstand before his son starts doing some significant structural damage. Not as if the ship is his chief concern right now, but he can't help but see all the scoring and cringe a little on the inside.

Han runs a hand through his scruffy hair as if doing so might knock loose a solution. A solution to a problem the kid has had for nearly his entire life. A problem that he can only partially understand; not feeling a pull from any side to speak of ...

Hell, he doesn't know what he can say to give the young man any solace.

"I don't know what you're going through." He begins. "I just know that there was a destiny that you got shoved into because of who you are and we didn't get you ready the way we should have."