His stature lent well to the image he was trying to maintain, Junior would give him that much. Were it someone else under that mask, someone who hadn't hidden under the blankets during hide and seek or made sticky snacks to try and catch on Chewbacca's fur or hid away in the compartments of the Falcon just to see if they could go on adventures with their father as a small child, maybe it would have scared him. As it was, it only served to disorient him because this was his big brother under that mask, all that black, calling him an idiot just like when they were younger.

Mouth opening, Junior said the first thing that came to mind. "What happened to your voice?" That modulation wasn't natural, and he found himself worried that somewhere along the line, Ben had become injured and closer to their grandfather than he would have liked. Without meaning to intrude, his hand lifted automatically to reach for the mask while at the same time he snaked out his senses to feel for any kind of wound or pain to explain it. Clearly, there had to be some reason, right?

Then it finally caught up what, exactly, Ben was saying through that ridiculous mask of his. "Wait, what did I do?" Surely he wasn't blaming Junior for being attacked and subsequently captured?