Bodhi's mouth twitches in a bewildered smile, an expression he often wears around Chirrut. 'Not at home'. That's one way to put it. Earlier, when he'd tried to fill Cassian in on what he thought were the most pertinent details of their current situation, of his job, he'd simply shaken his head and said "No, that's not me."
Now, with Chirrut scalpling his way to the heart of the matter and Cassian stammering in confused agreement, Bodhi recalls what this sideways-Cassian had said next.
"We're p-partners, at his home," he blurts, a flush rising hot and dark in his cheeks and ears, visible past the stubble. Well, not to Chirrut. To Chirrut, it's probably a deafening gong or a bonfire flash, or however his uncanny Force perception works. "Jyn, too, and we have a--we've got a--a son."
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Date: 2019-04-12 03:53 am (UTC)Now, with Chirrut scalpling his way to the heart of the matter and Cassian stammering in confused agreement, Bodhi recalls what this sideways-Cassian had said next.
"We're p-partners, at his home," he blurts, a flush rising hot and dark in his cheeks and ears, visible past the stubble. Well, not to Chirrut. To Chirrut, it's probably a deafening gong or a bonfire flash, or however his uncanny Force perception works. "Jyn, too, and we have a--we've got a--a son."
Oh, yes. Still hung up on that.