Han never really.. enjoyed being around younglings that much.

Honestly? He thought they were annoying little shits. But that didn’t stop kids from, for whatever reason, practically gravitate towards him. Like he was some stupid magnet or something.

“No.” he’d bluntly deny you as soon as you asked him to teach you how to pilot the Falcon. Han sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in an exasperated manner. “you’d crash ‘er.”

Hell, Han really only let Chewie pilot the Falcon, and he still got nervous. The ship was practically his baby. Who in their right mind would let some teenager just.. fly around?? Han knew damn well he wouldn’t.