Baze gathers the helpless Chirrut into his arms again, pressing cheek to cheek. "Don't be," he says gruffly, grief thickening his voice. "It's okay. You're going to be okay. We can watch the 'net anytime. Whenever you're ready. We don't have to move just yet."
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Date: 2017-04-09 08:12 am (UTC)