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"Not here, that's for sure. With the lockdown, I doubt you can get any coffee at all."

"Excuse me, do you know where I can get some decent coffee?"

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Rocket let out a mildly annoyed huff, watching the pair of them. "I've lost everyone. Stupid freakin' lights."

Wade wasn’t even paying attention to anything but the lights now. 

*Xander…*

-As in Buffy the Vampire Slayer?-

*Blade’s real though, so, uh…*

-Why are we the only ones who know about the forth wall?-

*I try to avoid it. It’s scary over there with all of those fan girls and Tumblr.*

"Pretty lights." He whispered, reaching his hands up to try to touch them.

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"I am Groot."

"Yes, dumbo, he obviously likes the lights." Rocket huffed as the lights swirled before floating above Wade's head like a halo. "A Xandarian is a...never mind. Ask Quill 'bout it. Maybe he'll take ya to Xandar."

"A what-y?"

*They’re aliens. Even the raccoon.*

-Beam me up, Scotty!-

Wade began bouncing up and down, clearly happy by the lights. 

*We’ve lost him again.*

-I’m going to kill you, tree. I will pluck your fucking roots out one by one and find your ass and shove ‘em up there! GIVE US WADE BACK!-

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Letting other people in was a lot easier said than done. He didn't know how to do anything but hold it in until it spilled over in the form of anger and bitterness. That was all he'd ever done; so how on earth was he supposed to just open up and leave himself vulnerable? He looked down as they walked, chest tight. He wanted to run away, but that wasn't a choice. He could either continue to lie and end up alienating one of the few true friends that he'd ever had, or he could be honest. Neither of those options seemed particularly enjoyable but his fear of loneliness won out in the end. "I didn't come up here meanin' to be where I was. I just wanted to get some air...But I was just so tired I couldn't stand it. I dream about it so much nowadays."

"I thought we were done lying," he huffed out, obviously not very pleased with the fact that they had taken a step forward only to take two more back. He wasn’t going to be able to do anything if Rocket didn’t actually let him, but it wasn’t like he could force his friend to trust him enough to talk about it. Hand still on the creature’s shoulder, he lead him inside, eager to get away from the balcony and to one of their rooms. His was the closest, so he lead Rocket that way instead. "Listen man, I get it. You think I haven’t been in the same place before? Our situations might be vastly different, but I’ve stood on that ledge before." It wasn’t exactly something he liked to remember, but growing up with a bunch of Ravagers didn’t exactly put someone in a great headspace — especially when they were reminded every day that if they screwed up, they’d be dinner. "I’m not going to be that guy and tell you it all magically gets better, because it still fuckin’ sucks. But it sucks a lot less now that I’ve got you guys. Maybe if you start letting us in rather than taking this all on by yourself, it’ll suck less for you too."

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"I am Groot."

"ADHD is some brain thing, I don't know. I think I met a Xandarian that had it once," Rocket muttered to Groot. He raised his eyebrows at the guy, looking at him curiously. He looked up and sighed as the tree released more lights, this time directed towards Wade. "He's a show off. Can't do nothin' 'bout it."

"Yeah, buddy, I heard." 

-He’s a little slow, isn’t he?-

*Looks old.*

Wade kept his serious expression, not letting the raccoon know that he had been kidding. He looked at Groot again. "I happen to have ADHD and your lights caused my brain to light up like a Christmas tree."

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"I am Groot."

"Yeah, but they ain't as cool as you. They're as boring as sliced bread." Rocket moved around to Groot's other shoulder. "I'd trust him. He's old and pretty smart for a tree with a three word vocabulary. He says not to be so sad and that you are a smart young Terran with lots of potential. You're what he loves about the human race."

"There are other cool powers don’t worry, there will be some-one messing about with their powers to catch your attention." She promised him playing with the studs on her corset. "Oh yeah? Thats pretty comforting."

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"I am Groot."

"...Good to know. I always knew Terran biology was a bit fucked but..." He shrugged. He'd have to ask Quill about that later. "Groot says it's nice to meet you too. He wants to know if you enjoy his...Okay, I have no idea what word he was trying to say there, but I'm gonna go with lights."

Wade looked down at the flower sort of confused. He wanted to lick it. Could he eat it? Well, yeah he could. It’s not like he could actually die if it was poisonous.

-Are we going to ignore the talking tree part?-

*Like we’re avoiding the talking raccoon part?*

-That just seems more logical.-

"I’m having his baby." He announced before looking to the tree and back to the raccoon. His obsession with Thor had not ceased. Looking back to the tree, he grinned. "Nice to meet you, Groot. I’m Jesus."

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"I am Groot." 

"I'd miss ya in my class. That magnet thing ya got goin' on is pretty great." He sighed, nodding at Groot. "The tree says ya have a very beautiful soul all of the time. He says he can see it in your eyes. 'A beautiful soul destined for greatness.'"

"I already left it on your desk" She told the Raccoon with a small nod. Smilimg sadly at Groot she wiped her eyes. "Thank you Groot. It doesn’t feel all that beautiful right now."

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"I am Groot." He looked away from the lights to hand the man a tall blue flower.

"Oh it's you again. The guy who had a thing 'bout Thor. Groot says hi and he called ya Delphinium, like the flower. He says it means boldness."

A tree. A raccoon. Well, he had met the raccoon once. "OOOOH, SHINY!"

-Aaaaaand he’s gone.-

*Don’t kill the poor things, alright?*

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"Not with homework due in my class you ain't." He shifted at his position on Groot's shoulder.

"I am Groot."

"So apparently the flower means 'beautiful spirit'."

Smiling sadly Lorna took the flower and tucked it behind her ear to sit in her hair. “I’m going back to where the professor found me. Larkspur?”

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Rocket sighed and huffed. "Show off."

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"I am Groot." He offered her a flower, a Larkspur to be exact.

"What eloquent here is askin' is where do ya think you're goin'? And he called ya Larkspur but I ain't got a clue what that means."

"Well it was fun while it lasted." Lorna said sadly as she waved her hand over the electronic lock, back to the streets it was. 

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"I am Groot." Yes. The plant life at this institute is sadly lacking.

Billy repeated the word translator to himself before a small earpiece showed up in his hand and he put it in his ear. “Hey, big guy. Going out for some gardening work?”

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"You're learnin' how to disassemble and reassemble weapons. We're not usin' yours because that'd give you an advantage."

"Ok, ok I won’t blow you up. What exactly am I doing with this and why can’t I use my own weapons?"

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"Great job." He said with heavy sarcasm before sighing. "At least you hit the target and even close...ish to the center. Still, the goal is the bullseye. Try gettin' angry 'bout it. Imagine the target as someone you want to hurt."

"I can hit it six ways to Sunday." He said. He released six shots, all getting close to the center, but none hitting the bulls-eye.

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"If you're gonna push the button, then you're goin' somewhere else to do it. I ain't gettin' blown up today."

"You realise that just makes me wanna push it more right?"

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Rocket sighed at the feeling of Peter's hand on his shoulder, nearly flinching away from the physical. His lips turned up just slightly at his friend's joke, but the expression quickly faded back into a plain mask. He was trying his best to keep the extent of his pain hidden, as he always had. "It ain't that complicated. I had a bad dream, walked up here for air and got a little close to the edge. That's it." A lie. A desperate lie. He'd laid in bed, curled into himself and gasping for air for a long time before he could even bring himself to move. When he finally did, it was with shaking steps and a racing heart. He had been standing on the edge of the balcony for nearly twenty minutes by the time Quill had shown up, stopping him from taking the final step.

Peter let out a low sigh of relief when Rocket finally spoke up, telling him he’d had a nightmare. He had been expecting them to go back and forth for a bit before Rocket finally gave in, so it was nice being able to avoid all of that. Reaching out, Quill rested his hand on his friend’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. “You know, there’s this really good diner just a few parsecs away…” His lips curled into a faint smirk, adding his own little bit to the joke before he began moving towards the door leading inside, his hand still on Rocket’s shoulder. “Alright, so walk me through how you ended up here… so I can understand.”