[ It feels-- strange. Because she still feels the residual mix of anger and concern and panic from Peter and it makes her feel awful for having made him feeling such a way but at the same time... ]
I... no one has ever worried about me before.
[ it almost feels nice and that's a strange confluence with everything else. ]
[ His wincing doesn't escape, and in fact it makes her shrink a little bit into herself because-- should she not have said that? Should she have kept it to herself? She doesn't know what and what not to say, still.
But the request that follows isn't entirely what she'd expected and it earns him a confused look from her as she tilts her sombrero head. ]
I would not mind taking it off.
[ And then a beat before -- ] Oh, you want me to actually take it off.
[ And so she does, and her antennae give a little spring to them as they're freed from the confines of the hat. ]
[ He lets out a sigh of relief once she doffs the hat; Peter wasn’t entirely sure how much longer he could have a serious conversation with her still wearing the thing.
(Where the hell did they even find a sombrero? And at what point in the night did she and Rocket decide sombreros were now, definitely, a thing they were doing?
Questions for another time.)
He shifts a little, rolling his shoulders and dredging up the right words. He’s quiet as he works through them, discarding a comment here and there, tongue running over his teeth as he thinks. ]
I know you’re still getting used to... literally everything. And it’s a giant adjustment, I know. Going from one world to another, like getting tossed into the deep end of a pool and having people expect you to know how to swim. And— you’re doing alright, mostly. Or it looks like it, anyway. But you have to be more careful, dude, especially in a place like this. You can’t believe every single thing a person tells you.
[ Probably best to ask Rocket where the sombrero came from, although as Mantis is learning, he likely would not provide a truthful answer.
She puts the sombrero on the ground next to her but her chin stays resting on the top of her knees, partly because it just seems like too much effort at the moment to keep her head up. Her arms wrap around her folded legs, too, keeping hands to herself because she's also learning about how to not to accidentally impede on people's emotional privacy. She gives a bit of effort, at least, to nod along to what Quill says-- because it has been a big adjustment. She's been world-hopping before with Ego on that ship of his, especially in search of Star-Lord, but nothing like what the Guardians do. It's different, not-- not in a bad way, she thinks-- but it is very different. She's still not sure how she fits in. If she ever will. ]
I will try to be more careful next time. And with Rocket.
I do not want to be a burden on anyone like this...
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I... no one has ever worried about me before.
[ it almost feels nice and that's a strange confluence with everything else. ]
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The admission makes him wince.
(Makes him hate Ego a little more, too, but that's nothing new.)
Peter cuts her another glance, lips parting to speak before he huffs out a breath through his nose, lips pressing together.
Then, ]
... You mind taking the sombrero off real quick?
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But the request that follows isn't entirely what she'd expected and it earns him a confused look from her as she tilts her sombrero head. ]
I would not mind taking it off.
[ And then a beat before -- ] Oh, you want me to actually take it off.
[ And so she does, and her antennae give a little spring to them as they're freed from the confines of the hat. ]
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(Where the hell did they even find a sombrero? And at what point in the night did she and Rocket decide sombreros were now, definitely, a thing they were doing?
Questions for another time.)
He shifts a little, rolling his shoulders and dredging up the right words. He’s quiet as he works through them, discarding a comment here and there, tongue running over his teeth as he thinks. ]
I know you’re still getting used to... literally everything. And it’s a giant adjustment, I know. Going from one world to another, like getting tossed into the deep end of a pool and having people expect you to know how to swim. And— you’re doing alright, mostly. Or it looks like it, anyway. But you have to be more careful, dude, especially in a place like this. You can’t believe every single thing a person tells you.
Especially Rocket. Because Rocket likes to lie.
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She puts the sombrero on the ground next to her but her chin stays resting on the top of her knees, partly because it just seems like too much effort at the moment to keep her head up. Her arms wrap around her folded legs, too, keeping hands to herself because she's also learning about how to not to accidentally impede on people's emotional privacy. She gives a bit of effort, at least, to nod along to what Quill says-- because it has been a big adjustment. She's been world-hopping before with Ego on that ship of his, especially in search of Star-Lord, but nothing like what the Guardians do. It's different, not-- not in a bad way, she thinks-- but it is very different. She's still not sure how she fits in. If she ever will. ]
I will try to be more careful next time. And with Rocket.
I do not want to be a burden on anyone like this...
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You’re not being a burden.
[ And he says it with as much reassurance as he can. Yes, the ordeal had been inconvenient and worrisome, but that’s a different matter entirely. ]
You’re still learning. I get that. So— just take this as another lesson, alright? Keep your comm with you, and answer it when we call you.
[ A pause, then, ]
And maybe bring along a designated driver.