There was something... not right about Luke. He couldn't really put his finger on it, but it took him a moment to place what it was - Luke wasn't really smiling. Not that he was happy-go-lucky all of the time but he was usually fairly positive, especially because he knew it pissed Han off more often than not when he was optimistic about every damn thing. He seemed to get some fun out of pissing him off, but Han kind of felt the same in that sense. It was just harmless ribbing.
"The 'everyone knows who I am' thing is the bit I'm kinda stuck on," he admitted as he took a seat on the armchair next to the couch. The rooms were nicer than he'd ever had in terms of a living space, honestly - it all felt so... wrong. It wasn't even a bad wrong, it was just wrong. No dingy bars (or, well- none as bad as the ones on Corellia), no Imperial Army, no ghosts from his past chasing him. Just him and Luke in some weird city that seemed inescapable. "It's that they know who I am but they're not pissed off when they see me," he shrugged one shoulder, sitting back and hooking one leg over the arm of the chair, settling in.