Understood
Understood
Rocket had know since he locked eyes with such a stunning set of gray irises that belonged to the punk bartender across from him that he was understood.
Bartenders are just therapists that you drink with so They would have had to seen it all, so what was another broken man?
He expected them to pour him a drink, cut him off before he died of alcohol poisoning.
He did not expect to wake up in their guestroom or to be greeted with breakfast and the same look again; I understand.
Avery provided a friendship, brought him to their community and he armed them gladly to protect it; Rocket didn’t make weapons for just anyone after all.
He would do anything to see that look again, even if he feared the answers to why they understood.
As long as it was never said aloud it’d all be fine.
Then they did, and so he left.
Avery understood and Rocket was terrified of that.