“Five minutes?” Chirrut demanded, jabbing a finger into Baze’s chest. He’d known the man long enough to know that he probably looked more amused than ashamed.
Sure enough, Baze wrapped his hand around Chirrut’s, drawing it up to place a scratchy kiss to the back of it. “I go where you go.” He replied.
Chirrut pulled his hand away. “Five minutes is still utterly ridiculous! Whenever I needed you you were always ten minutes away!”
Baze laughed at thay. “Chirrut, you never needed me, which is good because you were always sprinting off. At least now I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
It seemed that being dead made Baze far more talkative than he usually was, but Chirrut couldn’t fault him for that. He really couldn’t even fault him for following him so quickly to this new world, the one that shone so brightly Chirrut could feel it in his bones.
It had only been 5 minutes, but Chirrut had felt lonelier than he had for over 20 years. After Baze had returned from his trip, they had not been separate, not even in their sleep. He had not realized how quiet the world was without Baze, even when Baze wasn’t saying a word.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I think I have still have plenty of time to wander off.” Chirrut teased, but he didn’t mean it. Why would he need to wander off? There was nothing left to fight, nothing to protect Baze from. There was just a whole wide world for them to discover, together.
“Later, perhaps. But first, I think we should go find the others.” Baze’s voice was laced with sorrow. Even here, on this other side, there was something sad about the thought of their teammates joining them.
Perhaps it wasn’t as sad as it had been when they had landed, knowing that the chances were so slim, but the sorrow still hung there, like a spiderweb before the window.
Chirrut took his hand again and squeezed it gently. “Don’t worry, we won’t let them get here alone.”
Perhaps, he thought, none of them would need to be alone again.