Bail met Obi-Wan's gaze with affection of his own, then turned back to his drink and sipped it slowly, clearing his throat. He wasn't certain how deserving he was of anything, not with the mountain of lies he'd kept from Leia, his betrayal of his own people (in a way) that would lead to the deaths of millions of Alderaanians, innocent of the royal families involvement with the Rebellion. He shook his head a little. His perception of his own life was more negative than he even wanted to admit.
He turned, leaned into the touch. "What are you apologizing for?" he asked. "We've both made mistakes, probably more than we care to admit to, but that doesn't mean, even for you, that this isn't an opportunity for you to do - to be what you want. This isn't Tatooine. There's no Vader, no Emperor, no - Empire to fight here. There are other battles to be won, to be sure, but not in the same way at all." He reached up to cover Obi-Wan's hand with his.