[He shakes his head, closing his eyes miserably.]

... I—it's okay. I probably honestly don't deserve that, anyway.

[His voice lowers, fingers curling in the fabric of Tony's shirt.]

The Guardians went home. I was too scared to tell them why I was avoiding them... and now they're gone, when they could've been safe here. And it's my fault. For not saying anything, for not warning them. It's on me.

[Hey, Tony, remember how you take the blame for all the shitty stuff that happens?

Cut from the same cloth, pal.]