[ Well. He's not heartless enough to stay mad in the face of this level of contriteness, especially since he understands her paranoia completely. Five years in hiding, constantly looking over his shoulder, have done their work on him, and he's still trying not to see everything as a potential threat.
The tension leaving his shoulders, he gently sets BD-1 on the table in front of him and says very sincerely: ]
I won't laugh.
[ As for the offering, he immediately waves it off, his expression slightly sheepish. ]
It's okay. I was, uh. [ He looks down, sees the stain on his pants, and. Sighs. It's a long-suffering sort of sigh, but also pretty resigned. ] I was mostly done. Really. And these pants have seen a lot worse.
[ His clothes appear very well-worn, darned and patched in places, so that statement might be obvious. Seriously, this is his Guild uniform, and he used to spend all day in it scrambling around junked starships covered in dirt, grime, grease, oil, and worse. ]
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The tension leaving his shoulders, he gently sets BD-1 on the table in front of him and says very sincerely: ]
I won't laugh.
[ As for the offering, he immediately waves it off, his expression slightly sheepish. ]
It's okay. I was, uh. [ He looks down, sees the stain on his pants, and. Sighs. It's a long-suffering sort of sigh, but also pretty resigned. ] I was mostly done. Really. And these pants have seen a lot worse.
[ His clothes appear very well-worn, darned and patched in places, so that statement might be obvious. Seriously, this is his Guild uniform, and he used to spend all day in it scrambling around junked starships covered in dirt, grime, grease, oil, and worse. ]