[That....actually takes Thrawn by surprise. After all, it's been weeks now without Commander Vanto standing guard over Thrawn's less appealing habits.

AKA when your only friend's not around to call you on your bs

He blinks, shoulders rounding out alongside the set of his own angular features, hands folding yet again— but without any sinister rigidness or tension.]

I agree.

The longer we wait, the closer this conflict comes to an irreversible breaking point. [And then, after a beat, his head tipping curiously to one side:] What would your solution be?