"Wow, mean," Peter said, but didn't sound all that hurt about it. This was just the way the two of them were -- making shitty jokes at each other's expense and then carrying on, no one's feelings really getting hurt at all. It was a thing.
"I know," Quill replied, just as quiet, because he did. And he felt bad about it, he really did. Kitty was a really cool lady, and they'd been good for each other. And it fucking sucked that wasn't the case anymore. But there was nothing to do about it beyond be sad and ... see where that took them, he supposed.
He drained his glass too, and then gestured for two more, because fuck if they weren't carrying each other back through the doors today. "It's totally possible," he said, because one of his best friends was a raccoon. He'd also met a talking duck, once. It was just a thing in space, okay?
He paused, considering the Tiger and it's helmet and all that. "Are we?" He asked, eyebrows raising. It had been a while since he'd stolen something worth stealing that wasn't just town supplies. He kind of missed it. "We are," he repeated, and it wasn't a question this time.