❛ so you saw what happened and you did nothing? ❜ (616-Gamora)
kid gorgeous at radio city starters | accepting!
he can’t do anything right when it comes to gamora these days – or, really, when it comes to any of them. the guardians have been hanging by a fragile thread that’s only gotten more fragile with each day since they’d managed to leave earth; pretty soon, he’s sure the whole thing is going to implode right before his eyes. gamora doesn’t speak to him except to chide or yell, drax barely acknowledges him with a grunt when he passes by, and even rocket has almost nothing to say. only groot seems to somewhat like him.
it’s fair. he can admit he’s the one who flarked up with the thanos mess. bigtime.
still, if they’re going to accomplish anything at all, if they’re going to be at least some fraction of a team (which they should, because personal issues aside, the guardians still stand for something – he believes that now as much as he ever did in the days after the end of the phalanx invasion), they have to communicate somehow. functionally. it means actually talking through things instead of all this petty sniping, and it means standing in the same room like actual civil professionals for more than five minutes at a time.
it doesn’t mean getting the finger pointed at him for drax’s face almost being blown off by one of rocket’s guns earlier.
half-empty mug of coffee in one hand, and he pinches the bridge of his nose with the other.
“it wasn’t my problem,” he says, eyes still closed behind his fingers. “i’m trying to stay out of things that aren’t.”
he doesn’t mean to let the bite creep into his tone, but his patience only goes so far. he’s trying; he can at least be met a third of the way.