He was avoiding, but that was also sort of an old bad habit of his. When things got weird or they demanded too much of his emotional investment, he tended to turn and run for a bit. He always resolved it, sure, but that didn't make the situation any better. He knew that. He was fully aware of the ways in which he occasionally messed up and still had a hard time fixing them.
Han lifted his other hand to the table and wrapped it around Luke's hand as well, turning his palm face up so he could run his fingers over the lines in Luke's palm. It was soft, thoughtful, but he liked being connected. "I'm not sure who named my kid after the old man but I don't think it was me," he chuckled softly. "Or maybe it was. Maybe it was wishful thinking." He obviously didn't know how it all went down. "I'll figure it out, though. It's not really the first thing I wanted to say to you if you showed up, anyway. It may be the weirdest thing that's happened since I got here, but..." He shrugged, a noncommittal sort of movement.
"They all sort of get along here," he said, finally finding the thing he thought Luke might actually be interested in hearing. "The Rebels and the... whatever the Empire became. They seem to be making some kind of an effort to not kill each other. And I know it's a really small number of them, on both sides, but there might be something to it. I don't know if it's a grudging acceptance or actual real effort going on, but we can't fight this fight forever. If we can find the root of it, wherever it lies, maybe we can do something with that."