"Nothing," Peter replied quickly, putting his hands up in protest. He put on a smile, trying to just turn this situation away from the tense mess that it was becoming.
"Like I said, I'll be fine and we've still got to get you back to Earth. People're gonna be missing you."
Rich flinched, his eyes wide on Peter, at the quick response. There's nothing you can do. The last person in the universe he'd have expected that from, though perhaps he should have.
But Peter Quill was also the person who knew best just how ofter Rich accepted that statement. Never, in particular. Rich's jaw set, and his eyes grew harder, from helpless and lost to determined. Whatever damage he had done, he'd find a way beyond it. He had to, for both of them.
"I was there. My brother has learned to throw a good punch." Not that he hadn't earned it. "Though that's still got people left, if you're stir-crazy or something. An old Nova ship with the Worldmind and an older Nova and maybe a few trainees."
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"Like I said, I'll be fine and we've still got to get you back to Earth. People're gonna be missing you."
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But Peter Quill was also the person who knew best just how ofter Rich accepted that statement. Never, in particular. Rich's jaw set, and his eyes grew harder, from helpless and lost to determined. Whatever damage he had done, he'd find a way beyond it. He had to, for both of them.
"I was there. My brother has learned to throw a good punch." Not that he hadn't earned it. "Though that's still got people left, if you're stir-crazy or something. An old Nova ship with the Worldmind and an older Nova and maybe a few trainees."
If. Or when. Whichever was more applicable.