[His eyes flick away at the question, uncertainty stilling his tongue as he struggles for an answer. Distant footsteps echo on the metal, but Kylo attempts to ignore them.]
I don't—
[The figure on the bridge—the grizzled smuggler and Rebel hero—calls sharply out towards his son, heedless of the conversation between the two younger men.]
BEN!
[Kylo sucks in a sharp breath, lips twitching and a tremor shaking his whole body. He has to steel himself for a moment before turning to the distant man on the bridge, his expression much less impassive than it had been that day on Starkiller, and he gives no reply, no haughty Han Solo to deflect from the name his parents gave him.]
no subject
I don't—
[The figure on the bridge—the grizzled smuggler and Rebel hero—calls sharply out towards his son, heedless of the conversation between the two younger men.]
BEN!
[Kylo sucks in a sharp breath, lips twitching and a tremor shaking his whole body. He has to steel himself for a moment before turning to the distant man on the bridge, his expression much less impassive than it had been that day on Starkiller, and he gives no reply, no haughty Han Solo to deflect from the name his parents gave him.]