[ han recognizes the attempt for what it is. it isn't as upsetting as it might have been. what ben — kylo ren, whatever — views as a way to distance himself from the situation, han sees as further proof. and the emotion that flourished with reckless abandon in his chest isn't dented by the implied rejection.

elbows on his knees, he looks to the side. a hint of an ironic smile flashes across his face. leia may have been right about him being able to reach ben, but she's the good speaker. he usually just talks long enough to buy himself some time. leia is the vibroblade whereas he has always prided himself on being a hammer. it's served him this long. ]

You helped us escape. [ his eyes find ben's. ] Chewie and me will attest to that. When we get there, you can walk in and walk out same as us. Leia's going to want you close; she's dreamt of you.

[ he lacks the finesse for a subtle barb. instead, he says things as they are. call him the biggest fool in the galaxy, but he's not going to suffer anyone clapping binders on ben. ( whether anyone could get close enough is the better question, but he doesn't bother asking. ) if he knows anything about the general — there's plenty he doesn't know, but he prides himself on knowing her — she won't tolerate it either. he has the freedom to go wherever and do whatever…with only one obvious exception.

he splays his fingers, palms up. ]

It's up to you.