"Good. I won't have a treeist in my record shop," Peter said, going for stern and failing properly because no one could be serious while delivering a sentence like that.
"You met him?" Peter asked, curious and a little concerned all at once. Because there hadn't been a particular many times when Groot had been not near him. Only at the end there.
And yeah. That was confirmed not a second later, and Peter looked away momentarily. He'd sort of hoped that someone -- well, that Groot at least, had been able to manage staying alive. He'd sort of had the feeling it wasn't so, but -- well. Knowing for certain didn't make things better. "Yeah," he agreed. "He's here. He's okay. And human. That took some getting used to. But. Yeah." Peter wasn't always sure Preya was a blessing, but he liked well enough that his friends, at least some of them, were here and alive. That sort of thing matter.