[He needs to take a moment. His fingers shake and his lungs ache for a cigarette. He's overdue, and yet the thought of sucking back smoke now makes him feel doubly sick.
Gamora. Steady, hardened, fierce.
Warm. Beautiful. Heroic.
That's what they've both lost, and more.]
I never met a Mantis, but Quill seemed like a decent man.
[It's hit a physical numbness for Rocket where it barely feels real. Like a laceration that's had an anesthetic applied to it. Eventually, the pain will come back and the wound will get deeper, but for now, he can ignore it.]
I'm not downgrading my digs just 'cause it's empty, but I've been working on getting a shop opened, so that keeps me busy so I don't do anything stupid 'cause this place won't cut me a break.
[This sounds like a lot of trumpets and drums trying to drown out one very sad violin.
But far be it from him to call the guy out. They know each other, just not that well. Rocket's prickly on a good day. He'd sooner point a gun and snarl than endure sympathy.
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Gamora. Steady, hardened, fierce.
Warm. Beautiful. Heroic.
That's what they've both lost, and more.]
I never met a Mantis, but Quill seemed like a decent man.
Shit Rocket, I'm sorry. Are you staying there?
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I'm not downgrading my digs just 'cause it's empty, but I've been working on getting a shop opened, so that keeps me busy so I don't do anything stupid 'cause this place won't cut me a break.
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But far be it from him to call the guy out. They know each other, just not that well. Rocket's prickly on a good day. He'd sooner point a gun and snarl than endure sympathy.
Richie can't just leave it like that, though.]
You need a break cut for you.
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[He can at least tolerate something that isn't "I'm sorry." If he hears "I'm sorry" again, he's going to bite someone's fingers off.]