"Tell me about it," Rocket said, looking down at himself and shivering with cold. Wet fabric clothes did not shield him from the cold like fur did, that was for sure.
Rocket slowly froze, the horrible scene of his boy turning to dust before his eyes replaying in his head until he felt faint and looked a little green. He couldn't deal with this, he couldn't even comprehend Groot talking about fading away into nothing so casually. It was a good thing his lungs felt like they were locked shut or he would have started screaming.
The spell broke when Groot squeezed his hand. Rocket pulled back sharply, his hands going to his ears. "Na na na nah," he shrilled, shaking his head unhappily even as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks.
He swiped at his cheeks and rubbed his eyes roughly, swallowing back the lump in his throat. "I'm here now," he ground out hoarsely. "Okay?" His wet eyes begged Groot to change the subject. The less said about that dark time, the better.