It'd be easier to know if you'd just tell me a little more.
[There are a lot of assumptions to make just off that conversation alone, one of them being kriff, I have a kid who hates me. The rest of them tends to be overwhelmed by that one fact, but they're there, and occasionally they surface for air. Like now. (And the request comes with an ulterior motive, fine—he wants to get to know his future son better.)
He sticks his hands in his pockets, looks at his son. It still throws him, that thought, but he's had enough time to get used to it, to try and square Kylo Ren's existence with his life, so far.
At the mention of Hux, Han's mouth twists into a frown, and somewhere in the Force, just for Kylo to feel, there's a little burst of deep and utter loathing for the name.]
I've met him. [He's a dick.] I'm surprised you can put up with him, he's slimier than a Hutt.
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[There are a lot of assumptions to make just off that conversation alone, one of them being kriff, I have a kid who hates me. The rest of them tends to be overwhelmed by that one fact, but they're there, and occasionally they surface for air. Like now. (And the request comes with an ulterior motive, fine—he wants to get to know his future son better.)
He sticks his hands in his pockets, looks at his son. It still throws him, that thought, but he's had enough time to get used to it, to try and square Kylo Ren's existence with his life, so far.
At the mention of Hux, Han's mouth twists into a frown, and somewhere in the Force, just for Kylo to feel, there's a little burst of deep and utter loathing for the name.]
I've met him. [He's a dick.] I'm surprised you can put up with him, he's slimier than a Hutt.