The name means nothing to Luke, but the feelings, the unifying force of grief, finding a new family in the grips of it...

It was how he and Han met, while he was grieving his aunt and uncle. And he and Leia, her in the cold shock of losing Alderaan, him in the shock of Ben's death echoing in his soul.

He squeezes Cal's hand, giving a small smile and a nod. "Definitely."