Younger yes but still very much Han Solo. Jacen nodded just once to the question of who he was, knowing how awkward Han must be. For the bravery of the man he didn't do well at these personal situations, he never had and Jacen supposed back then it was even worse. And Han was looking at him, scanning his features, he supposed trying to work out if there was a resembelance to him or to Leia. And Jacen looked like a Solo. He looked more Corellian than he supposed he had any right to, even if in bearing and demenour he was his mothers son. Or at least thats what they'd said before he'd 'lost his way'. "I'm Jacen. Your eldest boy. Jaina's older by a few minutes but not here. Here I'm the oldest by far, she's from an earlier point in time, which in many ways is for the best." he told Han, stepping out to meet him.
Normally at this point in a conversation he'd offer his hand. Shake the other firmly, get a measure of who he was speaking with. But how could he in this case. This man who had once told him he wasn't his son.
"You'll forgive me, this is strange for me too. Its been a while since we've spoken at all and you're younger. Much younger. By what I know of your time you'll be around my age? ...Early thirties?" he asked. Perhaps he was talking to much, rambling even. But it was better than letting the bitterness he felt come to the surface. "I expect you have questions Han? I'm sure you'd appreciate Han more than Father or Dad or anything so familial". So would I? were the words left unsaid. Leia and Luke he could hate openly. He had reason. Ample reason. Han...Han he just felt betrayed by. Well meaning Corellian smuggler always at a loss when it came to 'Force Stuff'. However would he deal with his son the Sith Lord.
...Former Sith Lord...
"Anyway, I'm happy to answer any questions you may have."