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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote 2017-04-01 06:17 am (UTC)

'Cause you guys don't know when to ask for help.

[ That, and a whole mess of other issues, not the least of which is a childhood spent feeling helpless as his loved ones suffered, but that doesn't exactly help his point, here. ]

I'm pretty sure any one of you guys would let yourselves bleed to death before you bothered to tell anyone.

[ Which is an exaggeration, but not too off the mark. ]

Admittedly, you guys are getting better about it, but it's just— I can't know how serious something is until you tell me, you know? And that's why I hound you guys.

Me? [ He shrugs a shoulder. ] I know when I'm beaten, and I know when I need a hand. And this? [ A gesture toward himself; his head still aches, but it's faded to a dull, constant throb. With luck, it'll disappear entirely in the next little while. ] Not that serious.

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