Baze Malbus is by and large a simple man. His needs, few: warm clothing and a dry place to sleep, the prospect of food, a good drink, a well-maintained blaster. His wants, even fewer: keeping Chirrut safe, keeping Chirrut happy, also the complete and utter destruction of the Empire.
Oh, and the privilege of being able to ogle Chirrut whenever he pleases. At the moment, this means leaning against a sandstone pillar on the edge of one of Jedha City’s market plazas, idly checking over the wiring in his cannon by feel rather than sight, as his eyes are occupied with the graceful figure of his partner a few dozen feet away going through his morning kata.