[ He hears the whisper of movement behind him, and he turns just as he’s freed his bedroll. He blinks at her, startled, before he smothers a wince.

Right, right. The fox thing.

Right.

(Stupid of him to forget. Yondu would’ve clocked him for letting his guard down.)

He lets out a sigh, setting the bedroll to one side. He grumbles, ]

Yeah, yeah, fine. Point made.

[ He hesitates before moving to undo the fastenings on his armor. ]

Don’t let anyone see you like that, though. And don’t complain to me if I kick you in the middle of the night.