[He won't. This is gonna eat him up — but Mr. Stark's right that there's nothing much else to do than to try and relax. Relax? How do you relax? Is that a thing people do under duress? No way. He's about to head out the door, maybe sit somewhere so high the vertigo'll clear his head up, but he hesitates and looks back. He thinks about Mantis giving him a friendship bracelet that he still keep under his suit, and Gamora lecturing him on sleep, and Quill buying him ice-cream in exchange for candy—
no subject
I will.
[He won't. This is gonna eat him up — but Mr. Stark's right that there's nothing much else to do than to try and relax. Relax? How do you relax? Is that a thing people do under duress? No way. He's about to head out the door, maybe sit somewhere so high the vertigo'll clear his head up, but he hesitates and looks back. He thinks about Mantis giving him a friendship bracelet that he still keep under his suit, and Gamora lecturing him on sleep, and Quill buying him ice-cream in exchange for candy—
God, he can't even help himself.]
Are — Are the Guardians okay?