[ Ben winced for a moment. The inherent awkwardness of the situation was weighing on him, and he decided that the sooner they addressed the bantha in the room head on, the sooner he could get his dad's help unraveling why they were in a time-space-distorting, wing-grafting, logic-abusing mess. On the bright side, he thought -- or maybe just hoped -- that this younger version of his father would believe Ben when he explained who he was. Skywalker family history had shown that Force was nothing if not an excellent way of backing up surprising declarations of paternity.
He exhaled, and flashed a rueful, half-apologetic smile. It was a long way from the trademark Solo grin, but that was fine with Ben. It wasn't a charming smile, but it was genuine, and that was more important at the moment. ]
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He exhaled, and flashed a rueful, half-apologetic smile. It was a long way from the trademark Solo grin, but that was fine with Ben. It wasn't a charming smile, but it was genuine, and that was more important at the moment. ]
Sorry. It's just a surprise to see you.