Normally Chirrut would give Baze grief about his ability to watch anything, but for now he nods, silent. He tries to loosen his grip on Baze's robes... it proves harder than he would have believed. While he wants to know what caused this, the idea of losing contact makes panic flutter in his mind.
"Sorry, I..." He trails off again, shame and need and pain a hopeless tangle. Chirrut spends so much of his life being fiercely independent that he doesn't entirely know what to do with this.
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Date: 2017-04-09 08:09 am (UTC)"Sorry, I..." He trails off again, shame and need and pain a hopeless tangle. Chirrut spends so much of his life being fiercely independent that he doesn't entirely know what to do with this.