Peter just looks at Quill as he says all this. It's strange because usually he processes things faster than other people because of all his enhanced senses, but right now, everything Quill says feels like it's hitting him a half-second after he says it.
When Quill finally finishes, Peter's still stunned; it takes him a moment to react, just like it took him a moment to really understanding what Quill was saying. Peter dampens his lips and smiles goofily, then looks down at his notebook, embarrassed at precisely how happy he is right now, and then tries to hide it.
He isn't successful.
He needs to say something before things get weird, so he says the first thing that comes to mind.
"Thanks." For what? his mind urges. "People don't -- you know, people don't usually tell me that kind of stuff."
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When Quill finally finishes, Peter's still stunned; it takes him a moment to react, just like it took him a moment to really understanding what Quill was saying. Peter dampens his lips and smiles goofily, then looks down at his notebook, embarrassed at precisely how happy he is right now, and then tries to hide it.
He isn't successful.
He needs to say something before things get weird, so he says the first thing that comes to mind.
"Thanks." For what? his mind urges. "People don't -- you know, people don't usually tell me that kind of stuff."