Vallo could be a lot. Since he'd blown up the Death Star, Luke had become used to people knowing his name. It was on a completely different level in Vallo but he'd been there long enough to get used to it. Part of him still wasn't used to the idea that there was no war to fight. No Empire to watch out for and no Darth Vader hounding his every step. Of course... now Luke knew how it would all shake out. He knew they'd win the war, which brought him a sense of peace, but he also knew who Darth Vader was. At this point in his life, he didn't know how to feel, even if there was a small part of himself that still thought he was a danger to his friends. He'd seen the lengths Vader would go to get to him.
Those feelings he didn't think he could talk to anyone about almost had him turning around and heading back to the temple. Han was probably asleep anyway. He'd never know Luke had been there. The moment he'd made up his mind to leave, however, the door swung open and Han was standing in front of him, awake but a little confused. He didn't cringe at the nickname the way he'd always told himself he should (He claimed not to like it but, really, he only liked it when Han used it) as he stepped into the apartment. "Usually." He admitted. "I just... I guess I just wanted to see you."
The clutter very nearly made him smile. Han hadn't been there long but his apartment already felt like the Falcon. It felt like a place closer to home than anywhere else in the galaxy... or Vallo. "No, I guess it's not but... you've managed to make it feel like home." He teased, as he made his way to the couch and take a seat. "How are you settling in?" Focusing on Han seemed like the better idea. Sure, he'd come because he'd lost a few friends and he knew entirely too much about their future and his family but Han was a better subject. "I know it can be weird. No Empire. No Alliance. Everyone seems to know who you are. You learn how to deal with it though."