”You mean, I’d have done other things with my free time than to grief over you leaving without ever caring to tell me? What is this sorcery.”
Why yes, he is dramatic enough to actually pretend to gasp and lay one hand over his heart — honestly, the worst that will happen is that she is pissed off again, and while he wouldn’t be in for that, he by now doubts she’d then retreat to murder him. If she had wanted to do that, talking to him would be the last thing she’d bother to do.
So hey, maybe he can hope for getting a bit close? Not, personal space close. Just slowly.
With a roll of her eyes, and a shake of her head Nebula manages not to laugh at the show he puts on. There may still be the smallest hint of a smile lingering, however, she won't ever admit to it. "You're an idiot." She says, yet somehow it doesn't come out as the harsh insult it could be.
There's a strange fondness to it, almost as if his particular way of foolishness has grown on her... like some type of inescapable fungus. Or perhaps it's simply the time spent away from Thanos that has the ice finally beginning to crack. It wouldn't be impossible to say that now that she had her freedom things were likely to change. Sure she was still distrusting of others, guarded, and the homicidal urges still lingered there just beneath the surface, but Nebula was not the same.
