It had all been so much to absorb. Not only was he brought to a planet he’d never heard of before by some kind of entity waging a war he really had nothing to do with, but he had family to deal with. Han imagined that it would have been so much easier if he’d eased into things. Taking one thing one step at a time would have been the best way to handle all of it. First the war, then marriage, then children. It didn’t seem fair to anyone involved that things should have happened this way. He shouldn’t have been dreading the meeting with his son.
Of course it wasn’t all dread. He partially wanted to see Jacen, really look him in the face and see if he could spot any of himself in his son’s physical self or in his personality. It was an odd mixture of emotions that led to that same feeling, like there was some kind of weight in his gut that he couldn’t seem to ignore. It wasn’t as if he could work his way out of this situation. Han figured that it would be best to take it all head-on.
When he stepped out of the doors and into open space, feeling uncomfortable out in the open in a strange place, he immediately spotted someone and wondered if it was Jacen. Already his mind had gone to work finding pieces of Leia and himself in the man’s face. Han gave as much of a polite smile as he could possibly muster.