Baze practically purrs under her touch, melting at her fingertips. He loves having his hair played with, and he didn't know until she started doing it. He makes an inelegant noise, somewhere between a groan and a grunt, and brings his hands up to her tresses to return the favor.

"Maybe. You're probably right," Baze says, pursing his lips. "Chirrut said that Bodhi's death must be very unpleasant, what with all the anger he's clinging to. It's entirely possible that he was ready to apologize to me, but he wasn't ready to apologize to Chirrut, for whatever reason. Why would Bodhi not like my friend? He's very lovable."