Kylo was trying to realize that his relationship with his parents weren't the be all and end all. Han was trying to get closer, yes, while Leia was pushing him away, but he had Hux, he had Phasma, he had Krennic, even, the old, old-fashioned man who seemed to turn his nose up at everything, including his relationship with Hux.
Kylo smiled at the compliment, needing it, needing that validation where Hux couldn't give it, where Han couldn't give it, and he held out the bottle to Remy easily, sharing just as easily. There was a river of it, after all, and an entire lake filled with whiskey. What did he have to worry about scarcity when there were entire rivers and lakes filled with alcohol?
"You look just as good." He purred, cognizant of Hux, of his duty, in the back of his mind, but looking forward to spending a night without constraints anyways. "And, yes, I had tons of fun. Deadpool made it so I didn't even have to take out my anger on anyone else." He settled back down against the rock he had been leaning against, closing his eyes for a moment. "So what was your task?" He asked as he shifted back down onto the ground, stretching out luxuriously.