"And here I thought you'd appreciate the lack of blaster fire as a welcome." Luke teased. He supposed it was weird, maybe even a little worrying to have so many people recognize you and not immediately reach for a blaster. Maybe that was a little more worrying in Han's line of work than Luke had realized. He decided not to pry too much into the topic. He wouldn't put it past Han to deflect.
The next question out of Han's mouth, however, had him rethinking his decision. Maybe he should've asked. Maybe having Han angrily deflect would've made him less willing to ask Luke what was going on in his head. "I'm not pissed..." He huffed. It was only partially true. He wasn't angry at anyone except, maybe, himself. Maybe his Ben. The old man knew who his father really was all along and had decided to spin him a story about Darth Vader killing Anakin Skywalker.
"There's just a lot going on." He admitted after a moment's worth of thought. "This place tosses people out without warning. I lost..." What did he consider Todd? "...friends." He decided, thinking about the others who disappeared along with the dark haired man. "And I learned a few things. About my father. About our future."
It seemed like a little too much to talk about right away. It felt like if he tried he might accidentally send something flying across the room or break things. He couldn't bring himself to talk about it at that very moment but he also couldn't keep holding it in. He needed to talk to someone. So, instead, he decided to try and lighten the mood just a little.
"I know you were the one who went out to save me, Han. You can stop pretending it was some other idiot."