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[ There have been more than enough times when he could have taken his father up on his offer by now- but something always seems to get in the way. Dimly, very definitely not on a conscious level, Kylo is aware it's possible that's no co-incidence.

There's a lot of risk involved, in attempting this. Particularly now, with Leia having made her position absolutely clear.

But he wants it. And with both Hux and himself having so recently been ported out, he knows now more keenly than ever just how fleeting this opportunity might be.

So he braces himself, opens up the old message his father had left him while he'd been gone, and types a deceptively simple message. ]

I'm free. If you wanted to have that lunch.

[ And there. He hits send, and it's done.
Nothing to do now but stare at the screen. ]

[Han doesn't answer.

Or more accurately: his answer comes in the form of a loud knock at the door.] Kylo! Hey, kid, it's me! [Han Solo: subtle as a rampaging rancor in an art gallery.]

[ If he wasn't so focused on staring at his device balefully and growing more and more convinced he'd misstepped somehow, he might have sensed the approach.
But by the time he knocks on the door Kylo's had more than enough time to imagine a vast array of reasons why the man who will become his father might have changed his mind, many of them all too reasonable.

The voice is startling, but... he can't help the way his chest twists in eager response. He pockets his device swiftly and goes to answer the door, promptly forgetting what he'd decided on, with regards to... titles. Which is the matching pair for 'kid', anyway?

He stares at Han for just a fraction of a moment too long while he flounders with the thought. ]

Clearly.

[ ...Nailed it? ]

[Han just gives him a look, one hand on the doorway as he tries to catch his breath, because he ran here, like a dumbass, after his car broke down again. It's the one that just screams don't sass me, kiddo, I'm your dad. It might seem a little odd, on someone who's not actually a father just yet, but he's been working on this look, all right.]

You're not—allergic to anything, are you? 'Cause after I made the offer I realized I didn't know if you had any.

[That's actually really considerate of him, holy crap.]

[ He's almost too busy puzzling at why Han's out of breath to catch the question at first. ]

Allergies?

[ He blinks, the answer to the wrong question slotting into place. His father had ran here. His father is here, in front of him, leaning slightly on the doorframe as he recovers-- because he'd been eager enough to seize the opportunity to see his son that running had seemed like a good idea.

What does he do with that?

It's been too long since he spoke. He can tell by the way the look on Han's face is beginning to waver. ]

No. But I have discovered some foods I dislike. Olives. Squeezy Cheez. Coleslaw.

Yeah, it's when your throat closes up 'cause you ate some exotic fruit. Or peanut butter. [Is Han really trying to explain, or is he just being sarcastic? Definitely the latter. Sorry, he's trying to catch his breath at the moment.

But he does huff out a small laugh.]

You and me both, kid. Especially on the coleslaw. [Coleslaw is evil and stars only know why it's so popular.] Don't worry, where we're going, olives and coleslaw ain't on the menu.

Coleslaw is vile.

[ It's... nice. Having simple things in common. His smile is brief, slight, even a little tentative- but it's there. Just for a moment.

But he can't quite resist a little teasing of his own: ]

Good. Will we be running there, too?

Dunno why it's so popular at all, it just tastes worse than bantha liver.

[And Han just rolls his eyes. Haha, very funny, he's gonna be making a note to his future self to not be so sassy around his kid, because he's getting all this backtalk.]

We'll be taking my car. It's just a few blocks down. [And it definitely broke down, but shut up, Han didn't exactly ask for this dumb superpower.]

[ ...but your grouchy evil son is smiling, so... Worth it? He grabs his coat (no cloak today, he's dressed like a very tall, very buff guy attempting normality) and gestures to the door. ]

You should let me drive.

[ He can't resist. ]

[He's smiling! Oh, good. Han's kind of glad for that, because it means he's on the right track. Probably. He hopes he is, anyway, because he's playing this mostly by ear.]

No. [His son Kylo might be, but some things Han will not cede to anyone, not even Leia, and the driver's seat for his shitty little taxi is one of them.] It's a little—it's hard to explain, but the short version is, it likes me better than anyone else.

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That's what it does when it likes you?

[ Genuine incredulity here. He seems amused, though, if a little guarded and awkward. ]

You might be surprised. I'm an exceptional pilot.

[ He glances skyward quickly. It's something he wishes he could have shown his father-- ]

Yeah. And I have no idea how long it'll take before it'll like anybody else. [But oh, okay, that's enough to get Han to glance sideways at his kid, considering the idea. Then he shrugs.] Fine, then. I'd say let's see how you fly, but...

[He shrugs and trails off, with a sad sigh. Guess who's missing his ship? Han. Han is missing his ship.]

Let's see how you drive, instead.

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BACKDATED TO BEFORE YOU RIPPED OUT MY HEART by which i mean.... mid-feb?

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