The struggle was real for both of them. Especially with a question like that.

"Good things?" He scoffed, trying his hardest to remember something that Han hadn't jogged into place. "No."

But after a little while, a couple things did flash through his mind.

"...I remember sitting by a big window, late at night, wondering if you'd come back. I woke up with a blanket over me at least once. Mom might have put it there..."