Chirrut's (little) Problem

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Chirrut... has a problem. Normally when Chirrut has a problem, it isn't much of an issue - he has Baze, and together they can figure out most things (or by then Master Sheotar has figured out they're up to something because she knows everything and somehow problems have a way of refocusing themselves when she's around).

But this time, Chirrut can't go to Baze.

Because he's pretty sure he'll either embarrass or horrify Baze with this particular... problem.

...

So how, exactly, is he supposed to stop having a crush on his best friend?

Chirrut is spending extra time on the training mats tonight, trying to drive himself to exhaustion. A dream-free night... would be good.

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"You're not creepy at all," Baze says, lowering his head. Relief at Chirrut's denial burns in Baze's chest, freeing up his lungs to take in oxygen again.

Truth be told, Baze didn't even notice, though now that he looks back... Chirrut did have a habit of showing off like hell during forms and classes and sparring matches. And he'd bring Baze little flowers, and leave them by his pillow or place them in his hair. Baze thought the gesture was sweet, and that's just what friends did for each other. He'd returned the gesture by bringing tea to his friend, though now Baze wonders if that was leading him on.

Damn it, why does loving people have to be so complicated? Baze doesn't know what proper boundaries are in relationships. He's always known this, always been surprised when people don't want hugs. He foolishly thought his lack of knowledge--and such a lack that did not come from not paying attention--wouldn't extend to his and Chirrut's relationship. Baze thought they were doing fine.

Apparently not.

And now Chirrut is talking about being creepy, and Baze has no idea what he means. Shavit.

"I don't want you to leave. I want to be friends, still. Is... Is that too much to ask?"

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"No! No, of course not, I will always be your friend." Chirrut protests, uncaring about how difficult 'just friends' might be in the face of raging hormones. He'll adjust. He'll find a way to adjust. He's not going to lose Baze over this, come hell or high water.

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"Thank you, Chirrut," Baze says, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve.

"We're so late," he says, glancing to the sonic and then back to his friend again.

"Master Sheotar is going to kick both our asses."

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"That is a perpetual state of being." Chirrut notes ruefully. He's unwilling to step away - he knows, now, that there will never be a romance between him and Baze. Leaving this moment is leaving the end of that hope.

He will, of course. He'll be so very careful. He can't bear to lose Baze as a friend too. It's... just going to be so very difficult.

Maybe Master Sheotar will be especially vicious towards him for the next... forever. Ugh.