Baze sets his pots down on the shelf, cocking his head. "Damn, Chirrut. You really play the long game. Bravo," Baze says, and claps a few times.

He can't stand it. He breaks down into giggling, crosses to his friend, and loops Baze's arms around him for a brief cuddle. Then the larger man lets the smaller one get back to work, and returns to carting pots around.