Baze doesn't even notice Master Sheotar's appearance. He's focused on Chirrut, but is helpless to comfort his friend. Baze cleaves to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and patting his back.
"Oh, Chirrut, Chirrut, I'm sorry," the older Guardian murmurs, knowing the younger man will be exhausted once the terror passes and his muscles go slack.
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Date: 2017-04-09 07:32 am (UTC)"Oh, Chirrut, Chirrut, I'm sorry," the older Guardian murmurs, knowing the younger man will be exhausted once the terror passes and his muscles go slack.