[ Instinct draws the words from him again, but his exhaustion saps the heat from them.
Still, he does lift the mug with his free hand, because if Drax comes back and sees he hasn't touched it, he's sure to turn the Dad Gaze on him. It's an indignity he doesn't want to suffer tonight.
Still, he can't bring himself to drink, and the disgust is clear in the tight set of his lips, in the corners of his eyes. ]
Did you need actually something, or did you just wanna kick me while I was down, too?
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[ Instinct draws the words from him again, but his exhaustion saps the heat from them.
Still, he does lift the mug with his free hand, because if Drax comes back and sees he hasn't touched it, he's sure to turn the Dad Gaze on him. It's an indignity he doesn't want to suffer tonight.
Still, he can't bring himself to drink, and the disgust is clear in the tight set of his lips, in the corners of his eyes. ]
Did you need actually something, or did you just wanna kick me while I was down, too?