[ This conversation would be difficult enough without the accidental striptease. Peter looks mortified and while under different circumstances he might brush off the offer, this time he takes the jacket with a slightly meek; ]

Thanks. I don't know what's going on with the city today. [ They're more or less the same size, so the jacket fits him well enough. Small mercies. Peter looks on edge, but it's not T'Challa's fault. He's displaying an immense amount of patience, considering...everything. The Guardian lets out a dry, humorless laugh, at the mention of 'The Thanos I know' from T'Challa. ]

Do you know how many people died in my world because of him? How many planets were thrown into chaos? And you're telling me all he needed was a stern talking to change his mind? Not the man I know. Not the monster who murdered the woman I loved in exchange for the Soul Stone. And he had the galls to call her 'daughter'....

[ Peter's voice gets more clinical and rough as he speaks, his green eyes right and wet. He doesn't want to have this conversation here and now, in public and with a virtual stranger, no matter how kind T'CHalla is. He couldn't have imagined that his day would turn like this, and the mentions of the Ravagers have him practically snarling. ]

Thanos, a Ravager. Yondu would have never allowed it if he were alive. He would have killed the purple asshole himself.