Pouting lips trembled slightly, before finally turning into a thin smile. It was easy to miss, as it had probably been a decade or more since Kylo Ren or Ben Solo actually smiled. But there was hope, at least, that it wouldn't be the last time.

"...Then, I'll stay here with you. For a while, at least." He said softly.

He stared down at his hands. He knew his father wanted him to contribute something beyond unquestioningly following orders. So he tried to recall the details of the mess Han Solo had already described. He was listening, sort of...

"You said you thought there were still two rathtars left. So we find the ship, and then we just have to deliver them? What weak-minded fool bought rathtars?"