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(Random, quick, messy drabble. Slightly NSFWish. Probably nowhere near canon.)

Sometimes it is difficult to love a man whose devotion seems to be to the Force first, to everyone and everything else second, and to himself last of all. It can be hard to watch him punish himself for all the things that are not his fault, that cannot be his fault; things that could never even come near the realm of his own fault, which Chirrut believes even though Baze will not, seemingly cannot, holds his hands over his massive ears and prays until Chirrut stops talking, until Chirrut presses his lips, tight, into a line and just stares at him, glares at him until Baze leaves their room.

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