[Pete's got a damn good poker face and manages not to react visibly, but he doesn't think it matters. Rich likely wouldn't have noticed if he'd walked in dressed like Medusa.]
You don't need me to tell you this, but you look like hell.
[Since Rich is taking up the entire couch, Pete seats himself on the coffee table, bag and helmet beside him. He's seen PTSD before, in everyone from civilians to soldiers to other prisoners in the Kyln. Sometimes he'd tried to help, especially back when he'd been Star-Lord the first time and infected with a terrible mixture of idealism and overconfidence. Later, he hadn't. Neither choice had made much difference in the scheme of things.
But now it's Rich, and this is not how it's supposed to go. Where's Mantis or Moondragon when he needs them? Or hell, even Cosmo. The telepathic dog would probably be more help here than Pete.]
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You don't need me to tell you this, but you look like hell.
[Since Rich is taking up the entire couch, Pete seats himself on the coffee table, bag and helmet beside him. He's seen PTSD before, in everyone from civilians to soldiers to other prisoners in the Kyln. Sometimes he'd tried to help, especially back when he'd been Star-Lord the first time and infected with a terrible mixture of idealism and overconfidence. Later, he hadn't. Neither choice had made much difference in the scheme of things.
But now it's Rich, and this is not how it's supposed to go. Where's Mantis or Moondragon when he needs them? Or hell, even Cosmo. The telepathic dog would probably be more help here than Pete.]
C'mon. Sit up.