#m:rocket

Rocket looks up at her for a moment, he knows she means well, he just struggles with it. He struggles letting his walls down, the closer people get to him the more he tends to try and push them away, which is why it's his instinct not to thank her or tell her that he knows and that she can always talk to him. His instinct is what comes out of his mouth before he can really think about it. "You better not be using your weird emotion krutack on me."

Clearing his throat as he pads his way over to her he grins. "Are you made of boyfriend material because my.. Flark! That's not how it goes." He grumbles to himself, damn Quill and his lines.

"Hey kid.. So.. You're like a doctor right?" Rocket questions, clearing his throat a little awkwardly.

“Wow you’re adorable.. Love you.”

"Hold on, hold on! I've almost beaten my top score!" Rocket exclaims looking down at the datapad in his hands and the little game he's playing.

"Hm?" Rocket questions looking over at Nebula. "No reason.. Why so nosey today?" He answers defensively.

Rocket grumbles as he emerges from the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around him, drying himself off. "I hate water." He mumbles to himself, he felt all gross and heavy now.