"Ow," Quill said, rubbing at his shoulder even though it hadn't hurt even a little bit. That wasn't the point. The point was theatrics. Probably. Maybe?
"Shut up," he countered, and it wasn't a very good counter but it was true he was smiling like an idiot and that was a pretty regular occurrence these days. "Frickin... anyway. I have to go change now, jerk."