Hiding a smile, he caught a hand in the sheets and pulled them just a bit higher up his torso. It had been a long time since he'd been playful or made any jokes, and he'd never been particularly good at it to begin with. He'd been a peculiarly serious child, intense in a way that tended to make people uncomfortable, but he was still the son of Han Solo and Leia Organa. Someone born from those parents couldn't possibly be devoid of any humor, deep down.

"I was dozing." This time, he did smile, a faint curve at the corner of his lips. "Your mind's restless. I could hear you all the way across town."