"You think I'd leave and forget about you?"

Han murmurs, bending far enough forward to reach for the next two bottles of Rhyll. He offers one to Josh before he settles back into his sitting spot. If the kid doesn't want it, hell, he'll drink both of them himself.

"Not a chance, kid." He says as he twists of the top of his next round. "... but I've never been the kind of guy that's satisfied to stay in one place either."