[ For a second there, he almost regrets asking her to move, because--
--because sometimes his horndog side takes over, and Peter squashes it back down and stuffs it back into his Gross Stuff Box. He clears his throat again, shifting in his seat and thinking unsexy thoughts. Baseball. Spinal fluid vats. That dish that Yondu seemed to like that was half slime, half mucous.
He breathes deeply, shooting her a sheepish smile once he's calmed down enough. ]
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--because sometimes his horndog side takes over, and Peter squashes it back down and stuffs it back into his Gross Stuff Box. He clears his throat again, shifting in his seat and thinking unsexy thoughts. Baseball. Spinal fluid vats. That dish that Yondu seemed to like that was half slime, half mucous.
He breathes deeply, shooting her a sheepish smile once he's calmed down enough. ]
Nah. It's cool. Just, uh. Guy stuff?