"Okay. Good." The kid was actually listening! And thinking! You had to feel bad for the poor sucker who listened to Rocket of all people, but... well, Rocket was still pretty sure he was right. "So okay. Alec's mad, near as I could tell, because you were happy to hear about whatever Avengers and Thanos shit in Quill's now which is your not yet, an' that's made of a buncha smaller reasons I don't even wanna pick out except he thinks you're definitely gonna die, so since you aren't thinkin' that, you're bein' dismissive or think you're invincible or whatever stupid bullshit." And when you drilled down it seemed to Rocket that there was also an element of 'Alec's pretty sure that Peter can't actually handle himself' but if the kid didn't see it, he was going to for once take the road closer to the high road than not.

Rocket hopped back on his bed and sat down. If Peter wanted to sit, that was fine, but it didn't occur to him to make an invitation. "So Alec decided Quill was feedin' your 'delusions' an' that got Quill a punch in the face. Me, I don't think so and told him so at fuckin' length."