[ The brunet comes in, and closes the door behind him, before he manages to draw closer. His hands clench into fists at his sides. ]

...I'm sorry.

[ ... ]

I figured that since you were immune no one would get hurt, but I didn't think of any other dangers--and I...I don't want you to think that I thought you were...disposable or anything.

[ Now that it seemed Han cared about them and was trying to do their best for them, his wellbeing mattered too--staff or not. Even if he didn't, if he had gotten hurt for his suggestion--he had tried to think it through, granted, but not enough--then he would've never forgiven himself. ]