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Gabriel feels like shit.

He's commandeered the couch again, looking at a tablet to try and distract himself from his bones feeling like they're on literal fire. Or maybe that's the stretching his muscles and tendons and ligaments and nerves are dealing with. The very sharp-eyed may notice he's an inch taller than he was last time he was in. All he knows is that he hurts and this sucks.

Seems like a lot of people are sick in here today. At least his improved immune system should keep him from picking up whatever it is.

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An armorless Baze sits at a nearby armchair today, engraving designs into the stock of his lightbow, which he forged himself out of aluminum. A pitcher of ice water rests on a side table near him, as well as two glasses, one of which is full and he takes drinks from periodically.

"You," Baze says eloquently to Gabriel, "look like crap. May the Force of others be with you! What are you sick with? Do you want a drink of water?"

Gabriel has the strongest sense of dejavu.

"Hey Baze." He looks over at the other man, noting he's started his project again.

"I'm good, thanks. Just getting over my last treatment." He doesn't think he's mentioned specifics of the SEP to anyone yet but he's growing taller now. People are going to notice that. Sure it's a top secret government program but he's at the end of all time and space. He's decided it's probably okay to talk about.

Since people will figure somethings up anyway.

"You all healed up, then?" Since he must be fasting again for his little project.

"I gotcha," Baze says, carving a spiral into the soft metal.

"Seems like an awful treatment. I hope you feel better soon. Let me know if there's anything I can do. And yes, I'm all healed up! It only took a week, though that week felt much longer."

"Good."

He gestures towards Baze's table, turning attention from himself. "And good that you can get back to your weapon crafting."

Baze isn't completely hopeless; he picks up on the subject change this time.

"Right! Chirrut would have had my head if I tried fasting while I was injured, so I didn't even bother. I'm glad to be back to crafting, though. I had to start the project over."

"That sucks. Couldn't just pick up where you left off?"

He's genuinely curious since Baze didn't want to talk about before. He figured it was part of the rules of whatever he's making.

"Nope, I broke a prohibition--two, in fact--so I had to scrap the whole thing and start over," Baze says, etching a curved line into the stock.

He's guessing it's the violence and eating prohibitions.

"You've been working on that nearly as long as I've been coming. What's the time frame on it?"

Close! Violence and blood.

"Well, the first time I built one of these, the construction took me nine months. Now that I know what I'm doing, I'm guessing around six. But I'll be taking a month after that to get my strength back up before I rejoin Security."

"Makes sense." Gabriel nods, not having known Baze was on leave.

"Kinda like going on sabbatical?" He's making a weapon and he works on Security, so it makes sense to Gabe that the two would go together.

"Kind of. X is letting me have a leave of absence, so a sabbatical sounds about right," Baze says, chuckling. He wants to point out that Gabe is taller, but doesn't want to bring the subject back to something uncomfortable for the man.

"You've met X, right?"

It's not personally uncomfortable. It's just technically a government secret.

"First time I was here. Runs Security, right?"

"She does," Baze says, smiling fondly.

"If you get in trouble repeatedly, she will have you meditate with her. Sometimes she brings juice boxes."

"...huh."

"Does that work?"

"It worked for Chirrut and me," Baze says, grinning.

"But I'd be surprised if meditation and juice boxes worked for everyone."

Gabriel's intrigued.

"You got in trouble a lot before joining Security?"

And they hire people with that kind of track record, interesting.

"Not a whole lot, just a couple of times. I punched a Security member for being nosy and beat up a new arrival because he was an Imperial," Baze says, without a trace of remorse.

The Imperial he gets but, "You punched a Security member?"

"It wasn't the brightest thing I've ever done, but we only spent a couple of days in the cells for it," Baze says, laughing again.

"And he totally deserved it."

"If you say so, man." Gabe shakes his head a bit.

"You work with him okay now?"

"Yup! He probably thinks I'm easily offended, but that's okay, he can think that," Baze says, ever magnanimous.

Gabriel laughs at that.

"Alright then. As long as the job gets done it's all good."

He's also taking this as a lesson to not get too nosy with Baze.

"Yup! You don't have to worry about that; I can be professional!" Baze says, also laughing.

"Besides, I don't have anything against him anymore. He can be nosy all he likes, and I can just ignore him."

"Good on you, man."

Gabriel sets his tablet down, the screen long since timed out from disuse. He stretches slowly, carefully pulling on his sore muscles.

"Oh hey, your birthday thing is coming up, right? Not sure I can make it, I'm pretty messed up right now, but is there something you and Chirrut want or need?"

"Actually, the party has come and gone," Baze says, gulping down some water.

"But no, we want for nothing! Bar provides everything we could possibly want or need. And gifts weren't necessary for the party to be awesome. Thanks, though!"