“Now wait just a minute!” Han’s jaw dropped open quite a bit and he shot Leia the most incredulous look he could. He wanted to manage a decent comment or question, but hearing that he had children and a grandchild had seemingly rendered him speechless. Having been an orphan left him thinking that he would never have kids of his own, but, he’d decided, if he ever did by some small chance or twist of fate, that he would be a good father. Having no knowledge of his offspring left him a little unsettled maybe even more than the fact that he’d had children.
“A Sith Lord,” He repeated. What a number he must have done on his son that he would choose that path.
“Leia,” Han leaned in just a little bit closer, lowering his voice as if he was sharing a secret. “Was it Cloud City?” He assumed that she would know just what he was alluding to. Their time spent in Cloud City was, to him, what had finally brought him closer to her.
(ooc: I know it’s mainly angst, but I’m giggling now.)