Chirrut grimaces, the 'love you' close enough to what he wanted to hear to grate along frayed nerves. He suspected, almost knew, that he wasn't enough (that no one was enough) to catch Baze's attention. How could they, with Baze the most devoted of them all? What could compare to the Force?

Chirrut damns himself for being prideful enough to try. To persist in thinking that maybe, if he waited long enough...

"I'm sorry too. I... well, I suspected. But I couldn't... can't... stop." The truth leaks a little more than he wanted, because even now he knows what the truth is. He loves Baze Malbus, body and soul.



"I could... move rooms. If you wanted."