Kanan accepted the coffee, pausing to just breathe it in before taking a sip.

He closed his eyes.

He needed this moment, just him and the coffee, to just hang in there a little longer so that he could commit it to memory for always and never let it go.

"Still not quite caf," he reported, "but closer. I could probably crawl into this mug and drown in it, and I'd die happy."