I suppose is a matter of balance. Quiet, boring days used to drive me insane but lately I started to see their appeal. We can't give up on missions, though, there's still a lot to fix and people to find.

[ People like Gamora. Peter's voice trails off and he loses a bit of his previous cheerfulness. He tries to keep it together in front of the others, he knows they still miss her like a lost limb, but there are honest to god days that he doesn't know how he can still function. everything is so exhausting.

Fiddling with the panel control once they reach the end of the corridor, Peter opens the door to access the lower levels of the ship. He clears his throat, looking at Thor once again. The casual smile is back on Peter's lips. it seems to be almost ever-present lately. ]

Is there anything you need when we stop for supplies? And don't say alcohol, I'm putting a limit on that no matter ho much Rocket complains.