The Gammorean Rose
"Ohhh, the infantry" Torin mused "They commonly refer to senior leaders as being their Mom or Dad. I don't get it, and makes my glad I went into Aviation." He brushed the thought away with a hand "I'll give the young man a talk, but we'll do it on his time scale. At a time like now, if I went in there, he'd probably think I'm being overbearing, invasive, and predominantly trying to recruit him to the Resistance, which he wouldn't be wrong about. Even a grunt like him has to know something, and I'm sure there's folks who would want to find out what that is."
"Complex problems don't have simple answers, whether it's a planetary diplomatic matter or a young man trying to redefine himself. My own experience says to let him know that there's an open door, and let him come to us when he's ready to do so."
"Speaking of ready, I'm sure Mel could use a hand in the cockpit..." There was a slight laugh, and odd sound from a Kel Dor with his mask "I'm sure he'll love to meet our newest, smallest crew member too."