Rocket was laying on his bed his left arm under his head and his right fiddling with his outfit,he was very fidgety,and always needed to do something with his hands.
He layed in bed like this alot but this time something heavy was weighing his mind.
He wanted to come out to all his friends.
But it was difficult,what if they didn't like him anymore? What if Quill kicked him off the team?
Rocket suddenly felt hot tears escape his eyes.
Why was he crying over this? It was pathetic to cry over.
A few minutes later he took a raspy deep breath,he decided to tell Quill tomorrow.
He trusted Quill,they tell eachother things all the time.
