Baze presses his lips together in a thin line. He doesn't know why Chirrut is being so squirrely. Baze is tempted to corner his friend, to shake him, to force an answer out of him that's more satisfactory.
But Baze knows that won't work. Chirrut will come around, in his own time, but can't be forced into anything. Trying will only make him dance out of Baze's reach.
He steps aside, shouldering his staff.
"You don't stink to me--that's clean, honest sweat--but as you will."
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Date: 2017-11-09 07:08 am (UTC)But Baze knows that won't work. Chirrut will come around, in his own time, but can't be forced into anything. Trying will only make him dance out of Baze's reach.
He steps aside, shouldering his staff.
"You don't stink to me--that's clean, honest sweat--but as you will."