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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut chose his greenhouse to wait for Baze, sitting in the sunshine pouring through the windows, a pot of tea and two cups standing by. Their room would have been secure, but he knows the flavor of that grief - Baze does not need any more reminders of what they've lost. Here where things are growing and glad is better, he thinks.

As good as it can be. It will have to be enough.

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[idontneedluck]

"Don't tell of my humble beginnings when I am a great and powerful tea czar." Chirrut offers as an option, grinning.

[iprotectyou]

"Of course I will. Someone needs to instruct you in the ways of humility. Might as well be me," Baze says, grinning back.

"I'll probably only tell you, but that depends on how well you receive the telling."

[idontneedluck]

"I will take it as I do all your correction." Chirrut offers, in a tone that would be more comforting if he actually listened to Baze more often.

[iprotectyou]

Baze laughs long and hard, the grief of the day melting off of him. Chirrut is kriffing hilarious, and he knows it, the smug bastard, but Baze appreciates him so.

The larger Guardian offers the smaller one another embrace, trying to show him how much Baze loves him.

"Thank you, my friend," Baze says, his mirth rolling off him in waves.