[ He graces her with a mock-patronizing smile and an understanding nod. ] Yes, dear. Of course you are, dear.

[ Finally he stands, brushing ineffectually at the sand that made its way onto his blue trunks, and a little smile tugs on his lips when he recognizes the tune she's humming. She seems like she's in a good mood, and given everything that's happened? It seems like a really good fucking sign. Score one for Star-Lord, he thinks, pleased.

Eventually he wanders over to her, hands on his hips as he looks out over the ocean. He breathes in the air -- clean and cool, a little salty. ]

Mostly been doin' a lot of "hide until the dudes give up" swimming lately, but yeah, I do. Grandpa used to take us to the lake whenever we visited him, and me and Mom would splash around like idiots.

[ And even as his voice gets softer, the look on his face is one of fondness. ] It was fun.