Leia nods, forgiveness in a gesture. In everything that happened last month, who can blame him for setting aside something and forgetting to bring it back up?

Taking the datacube from him, she turns it on and leans into his side to watch it with him. The face that appears belongs somewhere between the child in Leia's message and the man they've met in person. The softness of boyhood still clings to him in places, but his features are angular, and she knows they'll only grow more so.

It's a message for Han through and through, one a future Leia might not have seen. This is something for a man in the middle of a long journey with his Wookiee best friend, made by a son who's starting to occupy the same world they do.

Perhaps Han didn't forget to mention it. Perhaps he didn't know how to reconcile something so personal, so apparently heartfelt, with the enmity of Kylo Ren. Leia's not sure she can, having seen it. She feels like she walked into a private conversation.

"He loved you," she finally says, looking up at Han's face. She doesn't know everything going on behind those pale eyes, but the way he grows quiet around the subject of Ben, she thinks this might be a place to start. "I knew he must."