Baze just held him for a moment, feeling the life in him. The memories of the next several days would keep him for the following thirty. His hands moved slowly, working lose parts of what Chirrut wore, removing layers, unfastening. Chirrut still looked like a Guardian; Baze still had his temple gear but had stopped wearing it almost immediately.
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Date: 2017-02-16 04:25 am (UTC)