Chirrut squints at Baze suspiciously (a habit he picked up from Baze's face over the years) and after a long moment, settles back. He feels no shame over his reaction, though he knows that if anything, this problem tends to happen a little more often in the reverse.
It's not his fault. Baze worries like a mother hen with one chick.
"I was not listening. I knew you would do it for us." He admits, giving that face that is more familiar than his own a tap before letting his hands drop.
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Date: 2017-04-01 07:19 am (UTC)It's not his fault. Baze worries like a mother hen with one chick.
"I was not listening. I knew you would do it for us." He admits, giving that face that is more familiar than his own a tap before letting his hands drop.