Yeah, that’s the fucking question of the hour, isn’t it?
It’s not like Peter can really pin down an answer for that, so it’s just as well that she moves on. Not that he has an answer for that second question, either, and part of him wishes his back were to a balcony, right now, so he could just tip himself over and avoid having to respond. And, yeah, maybe it’s a pretty stark contrast between the Peter Quill of now and the masks he wore before. Because before, he had answers. Right now, he mostly just has a metric fuckton of questions.
So he’s quiet for a second, lowering his chin and glancing over at her. Then, ]
Guess I was just surprised to see you. In a place like this, I mean. Caught me off-guard.
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Yeah, that’s the fucking question of the hour, isn’t it?
It’s not like Peter can really pin down an answer for that, so it’s just as well that she moves on. Not that he has an answer for that second question, either, and part of him wishes his back were to a balcony, right now, so he could just tip himself over and avoid having to respond. And, yeah, maybe it’s a pretty stark contrast between the Peter Quill of now and the masks he wore before. Because before, he had answers. Right now, he mostly just has a metric fuckton of questions.
So he’s quiet for a second, lowering his chin and glancing over at her. Then, ]
Guess I was just surprised to see you. In a place like this, I mean. Caught me off-guard.