[ he doesn't shake groot off his wrist. he does think to remind him that there's food for him to eat, but these peaceful moments with baby groot are sometimes few and far between. they're in a new world, a new wondrous place where he has more context than anyone else in the team, and he kind of wants to enjoy this moment. there are only a few times where he has ever felt safe and relaxed, and, surprisingly, after big groot kicked his ass and scared him with his deep, sexy voice, he's come to really find comfort in groot's presence. ]

[ he's a tree. trees are comforting. but groot takes it that one step further — he talks back. ]

You're right, the Grooters sounds cool. I don't know what I was thinking about Poots. That's something Drax would like. [ peter shakes his head. ] Don't tell Rocket or Gamora we have our own team name. Rocket will say it's stupid and Gamora will get that judgey look on her beautiful face and, you know, they're just jealous, man. Their team name would be like Gocket or Roora and that's frickin' lame.

[ clearly the superior team is peter and groot, or groot and peter. can gamora fit around rocket's wrist? green and fur don't even look good together. their photoshoots would be unattractive as hell, given how ugly rocket is. ]