Well. [ Rocket huffs out the admission like it's poison in his mouth and he has to relinquish it from his body or he'll perish.
It's bitter and reluctant but it's the most honest thing he's said in so long. ] I'm not okay.
[ He's trying, because the alternative is to embrace that guarded wall again and head back up to his workshop so he can hammer at something and swear and yell at the cat, and then yell at Wanda for yelling at the cat, and then yell at Nebula when no one else can handle him besides her.
It's what he'd usually do.
He can feel that itch again, beneath the fur and the skin and the bits of metal stitched and melded into his flesh. ]
Those memories were fake and I wish they never happened, but they happened and I — it was good there.
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It's bitter and reluctant but it's the most honest thing he's said in so long. ] I'm not okay.
[ He's trying, because the alternative is to embrace that guarded wall again and head back up to his workshop so he can hammer at something and swear and yell at the cat, and then yell at Wanda for yelling at the cat, and then yell at Nebula when no one else can handle him besides her.
It's what he'd usually do.
He can feel that itch again, beneath the fur and the skin and the bits of metal stitched and melded into his flesh. ]
Those memories were fake and I wish they never happened, but they happened and I — it was good there.