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It is after.
How long, Chirrut Imwe could not tell you.
They are on a Rebellion medical frigate. Hailed as heroes.
His hearing is mostly gone. His husband has lost an eye. Bodhi, an arm and a leg. Jyn and Cassian have gone to work for the Rebellion. And there is a Jedi on board.
The last.
Chirrut shakes his head and pokes at the implant stuck to his Very Bad ear. It’s an old model but Medic Callonia assures him that she’ll find him a better replacement as soon as they get supplies. Assures him too that they can likely fix his sight. He’s not certain it was ever broken. The implant whines but then the auditory world fades back into focus, and Baze is talking to Bodhi.
“...and your shushu wants to invite him for brunch…”
“Are we having this argument again?” Chirrut asks.
“How come it’s only when you two are in a fight that he becomes MY uncle instead of just Uncle?” Bodhi asks, but there’s amusement in his voice.
Chirrut points at him. “Yes, I also want to know.”
“Because it’s when he’s being difficult that he belongs to YOU,” Baze says gruffly.
“He’s ALWAYS difficult,” Bodhi protests.
“So he’ll always be your shushu.”
It’s kind of sweet in a weird, round-about way. Chirrut doesn’t say that though.
“What’s wrong with wanting to invite Luke Skywalker around for brunch?” he asks instead. “I want to meet him, and Bodhi says he’s a nice young man.”
“Bodhi has a crush on him,” Baze says and Chirrut hears the boy make a little grunt of amusement? Embarrassment? Probably both.
“All the more reason!”
“You should do it,” Bodhi offers, rendering the other two silent. “Or uh...I can do it? It’s not formal or anything but I...I am seeing him...kind of...it’s new!”
“You’re seeing him and you didn’t tell us?” Chirrut says with a frown. “That’s that then, he’s coming to brunch.”
Baze grunts in agreement.
“A grunt is not a say, Baze,” Chirrut prompts.
“Invite him,” Baze says.
The sound of Bodhi standing quickly. “Okay, I will. I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And he will, because he always visits. Because he is a good boy. Because they are the only three people left from Jedha that they know of. They are a family.
“You shouldn’t tease him,” Baze says softly, once the boy is gone.
“Tease him?” Chirrut leans into his husband and takes a sip of his tea. “Dearest, I would never.”
Baze only grunts.