[ Listen, Peter Quill is a man of simple tastes, and those simple tastes would probably more appropriately suited to a kid whose age still runs in the single digits. So that means when he finds the ice cream shop, no power in the universe will stop him from getting in.
This time around, he's getting one of the other shop's offerings – a cone of birthday cake ice cream. He has a few decades' worth of Earth-style sweets to make up for, and he figures this particular flavor is kind of like killing two overly sweet birds with one scoop.
He's still debating whether or not he wants to eat on the go or settle in when the woman turns to him, and—
Well. For a second, he just blinks in the devastation of that particular truth bomb. It takes a second or two to recover, and once he does, his expression softens a little. The statement hit a little close to home, it seems. ]
i scream you scream
This time around, he's getting one of the other shop's offerings – a cone of birthday cake ice cream. He has a few decades' worth of Earth-style sweets to make up for, and he figures this particular flavor is kind of like killing two overly sweet birds with one scoop.
He's still debating whether or not he wants to eat on the go or settle in when the woman turns to him, and—
Well. For a second, he just blinks in the devastation of that particular truth bomb. It takes a second or two to recover, and once he does, his expression softens a little. The statement hit a little close to home, it seems. ]
I'm, uh. I'm sorry to hear that.