[He sighs through his nose, the little voice in the back of his head reminding him of all the truly awful things he knows. He missed talking to them - but he also feels an ugly wave of depression sweep over him now, just thinking about the Guardians. She’s dead, and so is Quill, and so is Mantis. And none of them know.
He knows, though.
And his shoulders slump as he looks at his feet, voice small.]
I’m fine. I’m really fine, I just... get over excited about my work. That’s all. I promise I’ll try to look at the clock more.
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He knows, though.
And his shoulders slump as he looks at his feet, voice small.]
I’m fine. I’m really fine, I just... get over excited about my work. That’s all. I promise I’ll try to look at the clock more.