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"solo here. leave a message unless you think i owe you something."

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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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.

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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?

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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.]

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[ ...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. ]

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[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-- ]

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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.