[ Rocket's voice is quiet. It's tired and uncertain, with a sharp edge of tamped down frustration laced into it. He keeps his arms crossed by the door of her room, as though purposefully keeping his distance, guarded, from Nebula even if he doesn't have to.
Of everyone he's ever known in his whole life, Nebula is the one person he probably doesn't have to. ]
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[ Rocket's voice is quiet. It's tired and uncertain, with a sharp edge of tamped down frustration laced into it. He keeps his arms crossed by the door of her room, as though purposefully keeping his distance, guarded, from Nebula even if he doesn't have to.
Of everyone he's ever known in his whole life, Nebula is the one person he probably doesn't have to. ]
I don't fucking know.