He shakes his head. "Sorry, kiddo. The helmet stays on. Always." Even around his son. Where is this all going to end up eventually? Was he going to end up teaching the little alien the Way of the Mandalorian? The idea of trying to craft a small helmet that could fit those big ears make a smile come to his lips under the mask.

He rubs a gloved forefinger and thumb over one of the large ears in question. No, as much as he'd like that, the kid is different. Not just as an alien, but in the way he can bend the Force to his will. What he really needs to do is find someone who can explain all that to him. He's way out of his league here. All he knows is that the galaxy hasn't been friendly to Force-users in a long time. It's up to him to keep his son safe for as long as he can.