Good. That's...good, yeah, I'll teach you everything I know.
[Which...might not be a lot academically, but he's got buckets of street smarts.
He's super determined, but Peter "Avoids Painful Emotions" Quill knew that someday, it wouldn't be enough. Or maybe it would be, and Flynn would be an old man yelling about how new Librarians should get off his lawn. Which would be awesome.
He didn't think he'd be able to get used to it. Saying goodbye for real to people he cared about but...he couldn't take the alternative, either. Wouldn't and couldn't.
Did that mean after so long he'd have to put a stop to having friends? Even if he was nice, did that mean he'd remain aloof, above it all, not letting himself care as deeply as he could've?
But even after what Ego did, all the horrible, sickening things he did, part of Peter knew that as much as he tried to deny it, even Meredith Quill, a woman who adored music and made the best mixtapes from Missouri, was special enough to get through to an immortal, cold, ancient alien being. And there might be more Meredith Quills out there. Maybe he even already knew them.
And maybe, just maybe if things went well, he'd have a chance at protecting the galaxy for as long as he could to make sure all the Meridith Quills and Flynns and Gamoras could have a few years longer.
Could he do it? Say goodbye over and over again? For the greater good?
He swallows.]
...yeah. Uh, me too, I didn't have many friends before the Guardians. This town is stupid and I hate it but--
--if I had to do this, all of this, over again just to make new ones, to meet you and Stephen and Wilson and Bucky and Rhys and John and just...everybody...I would.
[Except House.]
What I'm tryin' to say is...I guess...no matter what this town's done to us, there's good things too. And I am damn lucky to have you as a friend.
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[Which...might not be a lot academically, but he's got buckets of street smarts.
He's super determined, but Peter "Avoids Painful Emotions" Quill knew that someday, it wouldn't be enough. Or maybe it would be, and Flynn would be an old man yelling about how new Librarians should get off his lawn. Which would be awesome.
He didn't think he'd be able to get used to it. Saying goodbye for real to people he cared about but...he couldn't take the alternative, either. Wouldn't and couldn't.
Did that mean after so long he'd have to put a stop to having friends? Even if he was nice, did that mean he'd remain aloof, above it all, not letting himself care as deeply as he could've?
But even after what Ego did, all the horrible, sickening things he did, part of Peter knew that as much as he tried to deny it, even Meredith Quill, a woman who adored music and made the best mixtapes from Missouri, was special enough to get through to an immortal, cold, ancient alien being. And there might be more Meredith Quills out there. Maybe he even already knew them.
And maybe, just maybe if things went well, he'd have a chance at protecting the galaxy for as long as he could to make sure all the Meridith Quills and Flynns and Gamoras could have a few years longer.
Could he do it? Say goodbye over and over again? For the greater good?
He swallows.]
...yeah. Uh, me too, I didn't have many friends before the Guardians. This town is stupid and I hate it but--
--if I had to do this, all of this, over again just to make new ones, to meet you and Stephen and Wilson and Bucky and Rhys and John and just...everybody...I would.
[Except House.]
What I'm tryin' to say is...I guess...no matter what this town's done to us, there's good things too. And I am damn lucky to have you as a friend.