YOU CAN GUARD MY GALAXY ALL NIGHT — private

[dannychan]

He gave a little side smile, clicking tongue slightly and sighing. "Yeah.. listen, we were all gonna play poker or something tonight, and gemora thinks it's be good for you if you came an socialised." He said, almost cautiously. She hadn't said that. He was just worried that if peter didn't get out of his room soon, peter might end up trying to off himself.

[peridot.]

At the other's words, Peter seemed to want to curl up in on himself again, and he made a soft noise, looking to the side before shaking his head a little bit, saying quietly, "Oh, uhm, I'm not really sure that's such a great idea." Peter wanting to kill himself wasn't a new idea for the last few days, and he was really glad that he was wearing his jacket, since it was hiding an alarming number of somewhat shallow cuts on his wrists.

[dannychan]

He sighed. "Just.. try? Please? I think it's make her happy.. and all of us happy, really." He said and handed him he soup. He stepped back and looked at peter. "Or would you like me to get mantis to mess with your head?"

[peridot.]

He opened his mouth to reply when Rocket threatened, and he hissed, eyes narrowing a little bit as he took the soup, "You wouldn't." Finally he took a deep breath and said quietly, sighing and moving to put the soup down, "Fine, I'll... I'll try okay?"

[dannychan]

He scowled and looked down slightly. "Good. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic." He muttered, turning to walk off. "Try to be a good friend and he gets a fucking attitude.. see If i try next time.. asshole.." he said under his breath, frowning.

[peridot.]

Peter watched the other walk off, and he tried not to get too angry, but he quickly closed the door, huffing as he put the soup aside and went back into bed, glaring at the wall and trying his best not to make it seem like he was having a hissy fit as he started his music again.

[dannychan]

He opened his own little room a bit forcefully and closed the door, not even normtiving groot scamper in at his feet. He flopped face down on the bed and sighed, before feeling groovy sit near his head. He held out a finger and griot took a hold of it. "You like me, right?" He asked softly. "I am groot?" The tiny tree boy asked. Rocket huffed. "No! I'm genuinely curious." He huffed. "I am groot" "ok.. maybe it is a little.. about insecurities.. but don't tell the others!"

[peridot.]

It was a while before Peter finally sighed and pushed himself to sit up, grabbing the soup and eating slowly. Afterwards, he put the empty bowl down and hesitated, searching around before he found paper and a pencil. He wrote a little apology and thank you letter, slipping out of his room and heading for Rocket's. Slipping the note under the door, he headed back to his own room, closing the door and turning his music on. Although this time he didn't lay down, beginning to slowly dance around the room, trying his best to numb out the unhappiness that had been plaguing him for weeks. It wasn't a permanent solution, but at least he had a little smile.

[dannychan]

It was an understatement to say rocket was worried about peter. Hell, he was so worried that he could hardly sleep. The poor guy had lost one of the most important people to him: yangoo. The guy was practically peters dad, the guy had raised the poor kid, of course peter would be upset.. but he had never seen peter like this. He had hardly talked to them since the funeral, had hardly left the bed. He would eat only because gemora would make him, but gemora was tired and needed rest, and drax needed to help that new guy fly the ship (whatever his name was) so rocket was tasked with bringing peter some lunch. He sighed, gently knocking on the little room door. He knew if peter actually opened it, the other would practically tower over him, and he'd just get a face full of chest and abs and.. ok, maybe be short wasn't so bad. He frowned. "Peter? I got some soup for you."

[peridot.]

Peter... Hadn't been doing so well. After meeting his real Dad, the loss of Yandu had hurt more than ever, since it seemed like the other was the first family to truly care about him. Well, besides his Mom, but she was gone... And now Yandu was too. Peter had been curled up in bed, trying his best to physch himself up to get out of bed, but it was failing once again, so he'd just remained curled up and listening to music. When he heard the knock, he winced a little bit and bit his lip, hesitating and contemplating pretending to be asleep, but finally he sighed and sat up, putting his music aside and getting to his feet. He opened the door and looked down at Rocket, smiling weakly - it was quite fake, and it was a bit obvious - and saying quietly, "Hey, Rocket. Uhm, thanks." His words were a bit clipped, and he shifted, slightly uncomfortable.