Baze trails his fingers up Chirrut's arm to his shoulder, and offers him a squeeze. Baze wants to tug him into an embrace, but if Chirrut's been avoiding him... well, it might not be the best time for a hug, is all. Still. Baze wants.

"I don't understand. What does us being friends have to do with you avoiding me?" Baze says, the wounds still raw. He releases Chirrut and scrubs at his eyes.