[ His eyes narrow and his brows knit together -- disapproving is the general look he's going for, here. Because he was worried, and for a bit there, worry was starting the sharp ascent into actual fear, but-- no, he doesn't want to admit that. Star-Lord doesn't do fear. Fear is a weakness, and the last thing Peter wants to seem is weak. He's already spent more than six months feeling like a doormat -- he doesn't want to give anyone cause to keep treating him that way.
It's why he lets her change the topic, though the annoyance doesn't quite leave him, not yet. He exhales sharply, signaling that the matter is tabled, at least for the time being. He steps off the ship (though not after a quick glance around; he's learned to be more wary of his surroundings) and moves to her side, hands in his pockets as he looks up. ]
Did it just start? [ Even if he's letting the matter slide for the moment, his tone is still a little sharper than he intends it to be. ]
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It's why he lets her change the topic, though the annoyance doesn't quite leave him, not yet. He exhales sharply, signaling that the matter is tabled, at least for the time being. He steps off the ship (though not after a quick glance around; he's learned to be more wary of his surroundings) and moves to her side, hands in his pockets as he looks up. ]
Did it just start? [ Even if he's letting the matter slide for the moment, his tone is still a little sharper than he intends it to be. ]