Yeah, that tone had Solo written all over it. Leia had a biting wit, and even Luke could get one in now and then, but that specific brand of sarcasm was Solo through and through. And Han couldn't help but chuckle softly at it. "I figured someone who talked about flying out of here as often as you seem to might have the ambition to see if he could," Han shrugged. Nonchalant and amused. And Han knew well enough the slow, draining, boredom of being stuck in one place for too long. It was really everything he could do, here, to keep himself occupied as well. But he was doing better at it than he anticipated. There might have been a part of him that was ready to slow down for a bit.
What did he know, though? That was... a difficult question to answer because he was still piecing things together and he didn't think he knew even half of what he should have. He could've done alright with a bit more smalltalk before they broached that subject, honestly. Just some time to get into the groove of things. But Ben was a lot blunter than Han was, he could see that already. So he pushed off the back bar and closed the space between them, leaning right across from Ben and cocking his head at him.
"I know you're my kid," he said, in a tone that suggested that was all that really mattered to him at the end of the day. And it was. "I know you've got a connection to the Force, like Luke and Leia. And that it went a bit sideways for a while. But you seem to be back on track now. I know you've got some friends who're really looking out for you, and I know you've pissed a few people off. So maybe you took after your grandfather too much," he shrugged. "So what? Solos have always tread that line of light and dark a little precariously. Maybe we could have made different choices, done different things. Maybe not. I don't have any perspective on that. Wish I did, though. I wish I could tell you the things that you needed to hear that I failed to tell you." But he couldn't really do anything about what had happened in Ben's past. The future was, he thought, indelible. "But you're still my kid. You're always going to be my kid. No matter what you've done."