[ He scrubs his face with both hands, presses the heels of his hands against his temples as he thinks. Drax knew for sure, or at least had a strong inkling. And Gamora probably was probably cottoning onto it, too, given everything that happened. He doubts Rocket gives much of a crap, though he'll undoubtedly give the two of them so much shit for this, once it comes to light.
Goddammit. ]
Yeah. Alright. I'll— I'll tell Gamora. Let her figure out how to tell the others.
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"Want" is a strong way of putting it, buddy.
[ He scrubs his face with both hands, presses the heels of his hands against his temples as he thinks. Drax knew for sure, or at least had a strong inkling. And Gamora probably was probably cottoning onto it, too, given everything that happened. He doubts Rocket gives much of a crap, though he'll undoubtedly give the two of them so much shit for this, once it comes to light.
Goddammit. ]
Yeah. Alright. I'll— I'll tell Gamora. Let her figure out how to tell the others.
[ ugh. ]