"You are easier on the eyes than Bodhi, I'll admit," Baze says, a smile coming to his face despite the roiling emotions twisting his gut. He's still sad, and disappointed, and so, so angry. Guilt thrums through his veins, making him feel heavy and distended. Despite what Chirrut says, Baze still believes that if only he'd spoken more gently, then Bodhi wouldn't have thrown that fit. Baze is not--and never is--sure about how to deal with feeling so many things at once, and so intensely.

He closes his eyes, trying to draw cleansing breaths through his nose. Oswin's playing with his hair is just lovely; he focuses on that, rather than all of the other stuff that's so overwhelming.

"Yes, I just wanted to cuddle him. He looked like he needed a cuddle. He was so nervous--and for good reason, apparently: Chirrut was frosty as hell," Baze says, sighing. "Which is completely understandable; the last time he saw Bodhi, he accused him of wanting to obliterate Bodhi's cat with a lightbow. As if Chirrut would shoot an innocent creature!"