"You're an asshole," Peter parroted. "Act like an asshole, talk like an asshole." He raised his brows too, his grin definitely an eat-shit variety. "Must be an asshole." That wasn't something Peter needed to spread around at all, because everyone knew it. It was like a well known fact. It just was.
Quill wasn't so sure that John should be describing anyone as a whole lot of man, even if the dude was big. The connotations weren't great, but he was grinning about them anyway.
"Yeah. It's good. I mean. I dunno. I miss 'em sometimes, you know? Gamora was always just a part of it." His favorite part, but that didn't mean he didn't love the rest of his family any less.
"So why call himself that, then? Your friends just like unflattering names? Ironically, Rocket was always insisting he wasn't a raccoon."