Kira sips his barely cooled tea, savoring the spice, letting it be part of the answer. He doesn't hurry Bodhi along, or give any indication that what he's managing is insufficient. Anything is fine: even nothing is fine. He doesn't need to know, he just didn't want Bodhi to think he never asks because he doesn't care.

Other people, maybe. But not someone he makes a home with.

"Jyn told me a bit, of her side of things." It was another reason not to ask--he knew enough to get by. Eventually he fit a few pieces together. "Not everything, obviously. She had her own odd ideas of home to unpack." He has another sip, and sets the mug down, both hands in their sleeves wrapped around, keeping it warm, keeping his fingers safe from the heat. "I didn't know you were from that planet, but then the tea came, and you mentioned a desert, and it kind of--"

He's getting off the point. It doesn't matter how he puts things together. "I'm sorry, that there's so little to get back to."