Han Solo - a Corellian, smuggler, scoundrel, hero. Solo was called many names. Except for one: Lonely - the truest one of all. Yes, he has Luke, Leia, and Chewy; but, there's just something missing.
Perhaps, it's family that's missing. After all, Han has no recollection of his parents. Maybe, it's a family of his own that's missing. The thought of getting married and having children doesn't sound totally repulsing.
A smile, and a blush, come upon the Corellian as he thinks of marrying Leia. She's way out of my league, he thinks to himself. She could do way better than a smuggler, but, I don't know if there's anyone better than her. The brunet realizes how he sounds like a little kid with a crush, and decides to go for a walk.
Han manages to avoid any socializing as he leaves the Rebel base. Even better, there's barely anybody walking the trail that's not far from the base. Ironic, he's tired of being lonely, yet he likes being alone. It's just something that's become apart of his personality.
The thought that there was barely anybody walking is proven wrong; for there's a rather large family walking by. A husband, wife, four kids; two daughters and two sons. One of the sons are riding on the dad's shoulders. Solo can't help but smile, ignoring the emptiness he begins to feel. As he continues to trot along the dirt path, he realizes he'd like to have a son. He would love to teach him how to use a blaster.
After around an hour of walking, Han decides to go back to the base. Once there, he's greeted by Luke and Leia, both looking worried.
"Han! Where have you been?" Luke questions.
"I just went for a walk…"
"We were worried about you." Leia admits, and Han blushes just a little.
They were worried about me. Han smiles as they embrace him in a hug. Maybe he's not as lonely as he thought.