He's often accused of never having a single thought in his head. The truth is, his mind is often abuzz with activity, flitting from one idea to the next. It's become worse since he became de facto leader of the Guardians, worse still since his brief, unhappy reunion with the Ravagers. Because now he worries constantly, second guesses himself, thinks about how best to keep his newfound friends safe and unharmed.
It was easier when it was just him. It was so much easier when his mistakes meant only his neck was on the line, and none of these amazing, talented dudes who made the mistake of following his lead. Sometimes he envies Yondu's ability to detach himself. The man's a bastard, but he was a good leader.
(In the early days, he wondered if this whole-- team thing was a good idea. He had buried those thoughts after a few jobs well done, but now they're starting to resurface.)
He flops back on the grass, hands folded behind his head and ankles crossed; he looks relaxed, but he's always been a good actor. The meteors continue burning through the sky, flaring to life and fading out just as quickly; for a few moments, he just watches them, feels a twinge of something that makes him wish he were on Earth again. ]
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He's often accused of never having a single thought in his head. The truth is, his mind is often abuzz with activity, flitting from one idea to the next. It's become worse since he became de facto leader of the Guardians, worse still since his brief, unhappy reunion with the Ravagers. Because now he worries constantly, second guesses himself, thinks about how best to keep his newfound friends safe and unharmed.
It was easier when it was just him. It was so much easier when his mistakes meant only his neck was on the line, and none of these amazing, talented dudes who made the mistake of following his lead. Sometimes he envies Yondu's ability to detach himself. The man's a bastard, but he was a good leader.
(In the early days, he wondered if this whole-- team thing was a good idea. He had buried those thoughts after a few jobs well done, but now they're starting to resurface.)
He flops back on the grass, hands folded behind his head and ankles crossed; he looks relaxed, but he's always been a good actor. The meteors continue burning through the sky, flaring to life and fading out just as quickly; for a few moments, he just watches them, feels a twinge of something that makes him wish he were on Earth again. ]
You ever wish on stars, Goto?