It was not a sugar coated fairy tale of a story, but Han felt lighter hearing it all from Jacen. What had he been expecting? A dark story detailing how Han had abused and neglected his children? To hear that Jacen knew he was loved as a child meant everything in the world. Perhaps it hadn’t been something terrible Han had done that had turned Jacen in the direction of becoming a Sith Lord. Maybe it wasn’t as black and white as he had originally thought it was. This was a relief.
“You’re still my son.” He kept his tone even, trying not to make it into a flowery, blubbery sentiment. It seemed important to say it so that Jacen could hear. Han didn’t know the specifics and he probably wouldn’t unless he was miraculously shoved back into his timeline. If the Solo’s were all stuck in this world together, though, he felt it was important to stick together as a family even if things weren’t as pleasant as they could be.