I decided to slow this part down and actually write the dialogue, since it seems important:
The squawk of the jeweled plume dragons outside his window pulls Kylo from sleep. He feels…fine. Better than fine in fact. Kylo stretches his arms and sits up, looking out the window of his old house on Aquilae. The Falcon sits on the flagstones in front of the house, and just beyond the edge of the window he can see the nose of an X-wing with a distinctive paint job. ‘Uncle…?’ he says to himself, remembering the day he left for Luke’s academy. Sounds of laughter drift up from downstairs. Kylo eases out of bed and stands. This is his room, just as he remembers it. Color holograms of famous Jedi festoon the walls, Sleek model ships overflow from a cargo container in the corner, and a furred Garbol rolls about in its terrarium beside his bed. He investigates the Garbol. It’s just as he remembers, but then, his Garbol died years ago. He leaves the room and descends the stairs to the living quarters, as slowly and as quietly as possible. He knows who it will be before he reaches the room, the mixing of Han’s low murmur and his uncle’s high-pitched laughter forming an audial contrapposto ingrained in his deepest memories. It has been a long time since he has heard that easy laugh from his uncle.
At the foot of the stairs he stops, as does the conversation. Han’s expression is unreadable, but Luke seems bemused. ‘Ben? What are you doing here?’ It’s Kylo’s turn to be confused. ‘You don’t know?’ Luke shrugs noncommittally. ‘So I haven’t gotten around to checking up yet. Time just flies…’ He motions to his surroundings, Han, the entire universe. A shriek of happiness erupts from something outside the house. Kylo glances up. ‘Is that Aki?’ Han nods. ‘Sure seems happy to see someone.’ Luke looks between father and son. ‘I’ll go see who it is.’ He leaves in a swoosh of Jedi robes and beard. Kylo stares at his father. ‘You’re really here.’ Han nods. ‘I think Luke was as surprised as anyone when he got here. I’ve been telling him to go back and check up on everyone, it’s the only way I get any news.’ Kylo looks down, shame and regret threatening to overwhelm him. ‘Hey, kid.’ Han places a hand on his shoulder. ‘It’s slag in the incinerator.’ Kylo turns away, trying to blot out this place and its memories. Han pulls him back to face his father. ‘Ben. We all have regrets. People we weren’t there for, people we loved. But…it’s something Luke said…maybe if that Force is strong enough…we might have another chance.’
From across the house a door opens. ‘Hey Han, guess who’s here to visit?’ Han gets up from his seat ‘Leia…’ Kylo turns. There she is, arm around Luke, then running to embrace Han, Aki’s six legs scrabbling against the floor around them. Luke allows them their moment, walking over to Kylo, who is unable to process or accept her presence here. Luke sits beside Kylo, clapping him on the shoulder. ‘I think I will take your advice, Ben, maybe see what’s going on over there.’ He gestures vaguely with his thumb and disappears from Kylo’s side. Kylo shakes himself, turning back to Han and Leia still in the midst of their reunion.