[ It’s such an oddly genuine and simple declaration, that Peter offers a small, pleased little smile for it. ]

Yeah. So there you go, then. You’re one of us, if you wanna be.

[ Simple as that.

The Guardians were in something of a habit of picking up strays, after all, considering that’s what they all were before the met. Just a bunch of lost, lonely people, who were startled to join up with something larger, more important than themselves.

It’s weird, and it’s messy, but that’s kind of how family is in the first place, right? So it works.

He falls quiet for a breath before he frowns, head tilting slightly. ]

Was that not obvious? I mean, you’ve been with us for a while now.