[ Peter tuts disapprovingly. Groot may not be close enough to grab the bar – not without extending his arms, anyway, which Peter doubts he has the mind or energy for right no – but Peter still pointedly pulls it back, like a game of keep-away. ]

Hey. No. Pay attention, dude. This is important.

Did you hear what Gamora said? We’re staying here for a while. Like, a long while.

[ Like, “the next four or five years,” but Groot probably doesn’t have a good sense of time just yet. ]

And it’s just us three right now. Rocket and Drax and them are back home, okay? Just you and me and Gamora. Got it?

[ Groot blinks at him owlishly, then nods.

Then extends out his hand for another piece, and Peter’s expression sours. ]

... You’re not listening, are you.