[He can’t hold his laugh, though he tries. A part of him is viciously pleased to be useless to “the cause” just this once, but also Rey’s insult could hardly be called an insult when it was — half true. His judgement had not always been the best. That was not a secret. He wouldn’t sell them out willingly. He certainly wouldn’t pointlessly sentence them to their deaths.
But all of that aside, something just innately tells him that laughing was the wrong reaction, so he reflexively puts his hands up.]
Not really. It usually keeps me out of trouble. Present company nonwithstanding.
[He can’t resist that one. She even gets a smarmy little Solo grin from him. He can’t help what he was born with.]
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But all of that aside, something just innately tells him that laughing was the wrong reaction, so he reflexively puts his hands up.]
Not really. It usually keeps me out of trouble. Present company nonwithstanding.
[He can’t resist that one. She even gets a smarmy little Solo grin from him. He can’t help what he was born with.]