Also breathes.

“Glad to know your respiratory system seems ta’ work.” Rocket teased. “How ya been, pal?”

“Been alright,” he said with a shrug. “Stayin’ outta trouble?”

“Yeah, it tends to, doesn’t it? Glad to see you’re still around and kickin’.” Why was Sab smiling at him that way? He didn’t dislike it, but no one ever looked at him like that—

He takes everything so literally, doesn’t he? “I just mean. . .it’s good to see ya, Sabah.”

That’s cute. “What have ya been up to these days?”

..... he really is an 80 year old trapped in a mutant’s body. “What for?”

“Neat—“ Rocket repeated, a faint smile on his brims. “You’re pretty neat, Sab.”

“Yeah, I do.” And he meant it too. “No bullshit.”

Rocket couldn’t help but chuckle. “Absolutely none, pal.”

Rocket was touched because he knew Sabah meant it. “Thank you, Sab.”

He might have been asleep for a year. What about it.

Of course he’s alive.

He literally just said where he was.

Anything is possible if you put your mind to it, Sabah.

Oh, absolutely.

Like sleeping for a year.

Yes. Very relaxing. So is he gonna give his old buddy a hug or what?