It wasn't as though Han spent every waking moment in the bar. He quite liked the library and the pool, and he'd spent a few nights sitting around learning poker and other card games and trying to adapt sabacc in the game room. He had even been down to the gym a few times. Never hurt to keep in shape. And he wasn't lugging around boxes every day around here, so he had to work a little bit harder at it, too. But he'd found ways to keep himself entertained, besides drinking and lurking around. It helped that Luke was there, now, too. It was nice to have someone around who understood how strange it was to be around so many people who remembered you.
He'd had every intention to head up to Luke's room after getting himself a drink, but then he got to the bar and there was Ben, hunched over something, working diligently. He didn't suppose he could keep running from this forever and it was surprising that they hadn't run into each other here before now. But what could he do but face it head-on? He couldn't very well turn and walk away. Instead, he stepped behind the bar and pulled a glass down off the shelf.
Han reached out for Ben's glass too, sniffed at it, then grabbed a couple bottles down too. It wouldn't hurt for both of them to have a little something to prop themselves up with.
For the longest time, Han just mixed drinks in silence. He slid Ben's across the bar for him and then rinsed the shaker out and started on his own with just the clatter of ice on metal between them. Then he filled his glass, set the shaker in the sink, and leaned against the back bar. He'd come around, eventually, but at the moment he thought that a little space between them might actually make it easier for the two of them to talk.
"Whatcha workin' on, kid?" Han finally asked. Then, smirked softly, "Designing a way out of here?"