[ Her anger flares up red hot as its wont to do. It isn't the same; how can he still be trying to make it equal? The woman lets out a frustrated huff and bites her tongue before lashing out. Which is much more difficult than she makes it seem. ]
That won't solve anything. Then we'll both be hungry and miserable. Only you can't go centuries without eating. [ Ugh. What is it with her friends and challenging her own headstrong ways? ]
There's. One other option. I hadn't mentioned it because, well, I'm about ninety-nine point nine percent sure it isn't going to work out. [ Not because of Newt's lack of knowledge - dude was a bonified genius - but the lack of materials in Haven to even begin the process. ] Newt's trying to find a way to clone me a food source.
[ Which she, honestly, feels a little silly saying since... Cloning. Really. ]
I mean, if a corporation can zap a shitton of people from alternate realities and different dimensions or whatever, I don't see how cloning is too far out there.
[ He's actually right. She would have. It wouldn't have been the first time either.
That thought causes her stomach to churn in disgust. ]
Me more than you though, I think. [ Rose isn't about to let him to take more of the blame than he has to. He shouldn't be taking any, if she's honest, but...
Part of her wants to ask if he's afraid of her. The other part of her is terrified to know. A final part already thinks she already knows the answer. So she refrains. ]
So, we're. Still friends? [ If they're not, she understands. ]
[ The silence is for a different matter entirely, this time.
Then, ]
I-- I mean. Um. [ Wow, he used to be good at this. What happened, Quill? ] I mean, if you want, but-- That is, not that I want to-- which isn't to say I don't. Want to, I mean, but if you don't, that's cool. But--
[ He's just. Going to keep babbling like this until the cows come home. ]
[ Is this bizarro land? Is she actually more confident than Peter right now? Rose lets him babble just a little longer before intervening. ]
Hey, dude. Don't worry about it. I... get it if you wouldn't want to. [ She did nearly take a chunk out of his shoulder, after all. Not to mention that she's... her. And he probably regrets kissing her back in the first place. ] Like I said, it was awesome, and I'd totally like another chance but I... don't want things to be awkward either so. Whatever.
[ He very nearly says, "It doesn't have to be awkward."
He very nearly suggests, "We can do this, no strings attached."
He very nearly asks, "Do you wanna just fuck?"
But all of them are stupid thoughts, dangerous thoughts, because he likes Rosie, but he knows now that she's-- sort of dangerous. That he has to tread even more carefully than he had been. And sex can complicate friendships so quickly, apparently (though he doesn't know, having had few friends and fewer romantic entanglements that lasted longer than a night).
So he just hums, the sound noncommittal. ]
Well, like I said, tip for next time, whoever you're with: less teeth, okay?
[ It probably says a lot that she would have answered 'Sure.' After the event, after all this - The one thing she wants is to just have something to take her mind off all of it. Is it the most healthy coping mechanism? Probably not. Is she going to do it anyway? Probably.
'Whoever you're with.' That gets the point across well enough. She's careful to hide any hurt in her voice ( strange that there's any at all since she had actually anticipated this; why would he want her? ) when she speaks.
Her tone sounds more amused than anything else, a quiet huff of a laugh before she continues. ]
Right. Sure. Not everyone likes ladies with a little bit of bite to them, I guess. [ Self-depreciation always works. ]
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[ Her anger flares up red hot as its wont to do. It isn't the same; how can he still be trying to make it equal? The woman lets out a frustrated huff and bites her tongue before lashing out. Which is much more difficult than she makes it seem. ]
That won't solve anything. Then we'll both be hungry and miserable. Only you can't go centuries without eating. [ Ugh. What is it with her friends and challenging her own headstrong ways? ]
There's. One other option. I hadn't mentioned it because, well, I'm about ninety-nine point nine percent sure it isn't going to work out. [ Not because of Newt's lack of knowledge - dude was a bonified genius - but the lack of materials in Haven to even begin the process. ] Newt's trying to find a way to clone me a food source.
[ Which she, honestly, feels a little silly saying since... Cloning. Really. ]
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How much work has he got done?
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I mean, if a corporation can zap a shitton of people from alternate realities and different dimensions or whatever, I don't see how cloning is too far out there.
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[ A sigh sounds, followed by a confused- ]
I don't understand. Why are you - You should hate me. Be angry, at least. I tried to kill you.
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[ He forces some levity into his voice. ] 'Sides. You bit me on the shoulder. If you were really trying to kill me, you'd've gone for the throat.
We got carried away. The both of us.
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That thought causes her stomach to churn in disgust. ]
Me more than you though, I think. [ Rose isn't about to let him to take more of the blame than he has to. He shouldn't be taking any, if she's honest, but...
Part of her wants to ask if he's afraid of her. The other part of her is terrified to know. A final part already thinks she already knows the answer. So she refrains. ]
So, we're. Still friends? [ If they're not, she understands. ]
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Yeah. We're alright.
Just-- you know. Maybe less teeth next time.
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- Are you saying there might be a next time?
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Then, ]
I-- I mean. Um. [ Wow, he used to be good at this. What happened, Quill? ] I mean, if you want, but-- That is, not that I want to-- which isn't to say I don't. Want to, I mean, but if you don't, that's cool. But--
[ He's just. Going to keep babbling like this until the cows come home. ]
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Hey, dude. Don't worry about it. I... get it if you wouldn't want to. [ She did nearly take a chunk out of his shoulder, after all. Not to mention that she's... her. And he probably regrets kissing her back in the first place. ] Like I said, it was awesome, and I'd totally like another chance but I... don't want things to be awkward either so. Whatever.
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He very nearly suggests, "We can do this, no strings attached."
He very nearly asks, "Do you wanna just fuck?"
But all of them are stupid thoughts, dangerous thoughts, because he likes Rosie, but he knows now that she's-- sort of dangerous. That he has to tread even more carefully than he had been. And sex can complicate friendships so quickly, apparently (though he doesn't know, having had few friends and fewer romantic entanglements that lasted longer than a night).
So he just hums, the sound noncommittal. ]
Well, like I said, tip for next time, whoever you're with: less teeth, okay?
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'Whoever you're with.' That gets the point across well enough. She's careful to hide any hurt in her voice ( strange that there's any at all since she had actually anticipated this; why would he want her? ) when she speaks.
Her tone sounds more amused than anything else, a quiet huff of a laugh before she continues. ]
Right. Sure. Not everyone likes ladies with a little bit of bite to them, I guess. [ Self-depreciation always works. ]
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Hey, not saying that. I mean, usually I like it rough.
Just-- you know. Within reason.
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But yeah, I'll. I'll tone it down.
[ ... Considering she might actually be in the position to be mindful of it. ]
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[ His smile may not be visible, but he's relieved, at least, that they've managed to patch this up. For the most part. Maybe, like, 75% of the way.
Better than nothing, right?
And even if she doesn't see it, his relief at least shows in his voice. ]
I'm glad you're okay. I wish you'd-- reconsider the whole not eating thing, though.
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Don't worry about it, really. It's nothing I can't handle.
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[ He falls silent for a beat, and his voice is quieter when he speaks again. ]
Look, if it-- gets too-- I dunno. Difficult, then come to me, okay?
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[ Rose imagines that she won't be very pretty in her weakest points; she's loathe to let Peter see any worse of her than he already has. ]
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[ Worry that you're only being polite. ]
Thanks. That means a lot.
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Take care of yourself, Gorgeous.