[ 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. ]
[ She blinks at him a couple of times before it clicks (she may not know much about relationships, but she's no stranger to biology) and she, too, goes a little red. ]
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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?
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Oh.
Oh. Oh my God, I'm sorry.
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Examine your life, Peter. ]
It's fine. Seriously. No big deal. I just figured, you know, you probably, uh. Didn't want to deal with that.
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Yeah. Baby steps, right?
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... Thank you. For this.
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Not-- exactly sure why you're thankin' me, seeing as how I, uh. Dragged it out for a while. Made things weird.
Hell, it's a wonder you didn't just phaselock me for being an asshole.
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And we both made things weird. But thanks... for finally giving this a chance.
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It's-- gonna take some adjusting. And I can't promise I won't fuck up here and there, but--
Yeah. Same to you.