"The Milano? That pile of junk? Wait, you live in a house? Like, a human house stuck on the ground?" Rocket asked, puzzled at the development. Since he'd come out of the labs that made him, Rocket had pretty much exclusively lived in space on a ship. The longest he'd lived anywhere else were the lost months he'd spent on Earth trying to figure out a way to get his family back between bouts of grieving.
"I'll have the same. Hold on," Rocket said while scanning the menu. "What's a sub sandwich? Is it big? Yeah I want that," he interjected as the waiter explained the sandwich to him. He just grinned at Groot when he explained his sweet tooth.
"Still have that sweet tooth, huh?" Rocket asked, and it was all he could do not to start sobbing again because this was so normal and wholesome and right... And Groot was here. Alive.
Seeing the boy be so tentative made Rocket's heart wrench inside his chest. He reached over instinctively, covering Groot's hand with his. It was so bizarre having fleshy hands, and the fact that his and Groot's were about the same size now. "I'm not going anywhere without you, kid. You sure there's room for me? I can always crash in my old cabin in the Milano too, or something. Don't you worry about that."