[ Peter lets out a sharp breath. He expected the kind of snippy answer, really, so he’s not really surprised.

But he has recently be shoved into a freezer, and before that he had been kidnapped and left in a death maze, so his patience is wearing pretty thin. Maybe on a different day, Peter would just sigh and leave it alone.

Today, he doesn’t. ]

Listen, man, I’m not askin’ you to give me your life story, here, and I’m not looking for a deep dive on your feelings, and I’m not waiting on waterworks and ugly sobbing. You’re a tough guy. I know that. I get that you’ve been through worse shit than this.

I’m just asking if you’re okay. And I’m asking, because I wanna actually know, and I wanna know how I can help, if you even want that. We’re friends. You get that, right? And I’m allowed to wonder how you’re holding up.

[ He watches Rocket for a breath longer before shrugging. ]

But we can forget it.