“Dada?” Ben’s little head appeared in the holo, blinking. Then a smile broke out on his face. “Dada!”
“Hey, little buddy,” Han said. The boy reached out and then frowned. He was still figuring out this holo thing–had probably just watched his own little hand swat through his father’s glowing image.
“Come, sleep some more, Ben,” Leia cooed, pulling him close before he could get too caught up in the phantom-dad problem.
(© Last Shot by Daniel José Older, Del Ray.)
