he knows the angles of that face.
ben solo has no direct relation to lando calrissian, except in that lando remembers him too well. he had spent too much time making fun of han solo (han, of all people, a father) and being far too proud of them to forget. he remembers joking specifically with leia that they ought to get the boy a little cape and toy blaster, just to bring him a few steps closer to being like uncle lando. and he remembers bringing him gifts from all the extravagant places that lando himself used to frequent.
and then things changed. they turned caustic, and it all fell to pieces.
so here they are, on either side of a sheet of glass. lando lays his hand against it gently. “ben.”
the name almost hurts to say, but he forces it out anyway, his voice steady.