[ He recognizes it instantly and his instinct is to reach out to her, he even turns to watch her leave and it's as natural as anything and--
Also looks really not great right now.
He swallows down the anxiety building in his throat, the pressure in his chest and tries to assure himself that she'd be fine with out him there.
Shit, he should have known better.
'Ben.' ]
I don't want to talk about it.
[ In contrast to what Rey thinks is harsh from Ben-- That sentence rolls off of his tongue like ice. He's frustrated and a mess. Angry with himself and even with his father. His father who flew out of his life on a goddamn whim and is now here and dictating every aspect of it--
'Good. I don't either.'
Ben shifts his gaze to his father, sitting there and looking-- tired. And maybe a little amused.
'I just wanted to say, I get it.'
Ugh-- cool. Thanks dad. Glad to know you had confusing thoughts over children that are ruining your idea of who you are as a person. That's not some weird as hell TMI.
'Don't give me that look-- I do,' Han scruffs a hand through his hair, still not sure how to navigate this. He'd never been great at the 'Dad'ing thing. 'Just don't rush into the first thing that feels right, okay?'
A short pause and Ben grunts in some approximation to understanding before making his way over the bench and into the bunk Rey used last night. Cool. This won't make him feel weird at all. ]
I'm going to sleep.
[ He's twenty five fucking years old he is so Over being lectured right now. His dad can snore his loud ass self to sleep on the couch. ]
but can rey wait for the D
Also looks really not great right now.
He swallows down the anxiety building in his throat, the pressure in his chest and tries to assure himself that she'd be fine with out him there.
Shit, he should have known better.
'Ben.' ]
I don't want to talk about it.
[ In contrast to what Rey thinks is harsh from Ben-- That sentence rolls off of his tongue like ice. He's frustrated and a mess. Angry with himself and even with his father. His father who flew out of his life on a goddamn whim and is now here and dictating every aspect of it--
'Good. I don't either.'
Ben shifts his gaze to his father, sitting there and looking-- tired. And maybe a little amused.
'I just wanted to say, I get it.'
Ugh-- cool. Thanks dad. Glad to know you had confusing thoughts over children that are ruining your idea of who you are as a person. That's not some weird as hell TMI.
'Don't give me that look-- I do,' Han scruffs a hand through his hair, still not sure how to navigate this. He'd never been great at the 'Dad'ing thing. 'Just don't rush into the first thing that feels right, okay?'
A short pause and Ben grunts in some approximation to understanding before making his way over the bench and into the bunk Rey used last night. Cool. This won't make him feel weird at all. ]
I'm going to sleep.
[ He's twenty five fucking years old he is so Over being lectured right now. His dad can snore his loud ass self to sleep on the couch. ]