[He looks at his feet — the very red converse he'd busted someone in the face over — and tries not to cry. Which is really fucking ridiculous, but for some reason it's uh, it's really difficult to hide that. Oh god, is this what drunk people deal with? Nevermind, he wants off this ride.
But eventually he scowls at Quill and is distracted from his brain.]
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But eventually he scowls at Quill and is distracted from his brain.]
Of course I can make it, I'm jus' fine.