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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote in [community profile] citylogs 2023-07-16 04:04 am (UTC)

[ He lets his hand drop to his side, gaze darting way. ]

It was never your fault.

[ There's a certainty to that answer, at least. He spent a long, long time vacillating wildly between blaming himself and foisting it off onto nutsack-chinned giant prune.

If he had let himself be swayed by Thor into going to Nidavellir. If he had acted faster on Knowhere. If he hadn't spent hours and hours suffocating under the weight of his failure. If he hadn't completely lost his shit on Titan—

Peter falls silent for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. (He spent a short month trying to move on from his grief, and a small part of him marvels at how easily that development has slid away. The rest of him happily waves it goodbye.)

When he exhales this time, it's a trembling, unsettled sound. Part of him wants to keep tripping over himself to beg her forgiveness – his guilt has been a dark, writing thing that's had years and years to evolve and mature – but he doesn't. Maybe he doesn't want to be forgiven. And, oh, he really should've taken up his step-grandmother's offer to get him set up with a therapist.

He licks his lips before trying, ]


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