[ And he says it lamely, blankly, because he was expecting, like, “Hey. You’ve been gone a month and some shit has gone down, so buckle up, ‘cause here we go.”
Or, “Listen, while you’ve been gone, we sold all your stuff and rented out your room. You’re gonna have to sleep on the balcony.”
Or, “Rocket’s wanted all across the continent for hocking a loogie in a nobleman’s face, so we’re sort of on the run.”
None of those would have surprised him, honestly, but somehow, it’s the admission that Gamora was... afraid? worried? that he was down for the count that stuns him into silence.
Like... he knows, of course, that the Guardians care about each other in their own ways, some of them far less obvious about it than others, but more often than not, they let their actions speak for them. This is as close to an “I missed you” as he was likely to get.
Impulse makes him reach across the table, resting his hand over hers. ]
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[ And he says it lamely, blankly, because he was expecting, like, “Hey. You’ve been gone a month and some shit has gone down, so buckle up, ‘cause here we go.”
Or, “Listen, while you’ve been gone, we sold all your stuff and rented out your room. You’re gonna have to sleep on the balcony.”
Or, “Rocket’s wanted all across the continent for hocking a loogie in a nobleman’s face, so we’re sort of on the run.”
None of those would have surprised him, honestly, but somehow, it’s the admission that Gamora was... afraid? worried? that he was down for the count that stuns him into silence.
Like... he knows, of course, that the Guardians care about each other in their own ways, some of them far less obvious about it than others, but more often than not, they let their actions speak for them. This is as close to an “I missed you” as he was likely to get.
Impulse makes him reach across the table, resting his hand over hers. ]
Well... I’m back now. That’s something, right?