Rocket's ears, always betrayers of his actual feelings, flattened briefly. Had anybody ever actually said that before? Not 'I'm sorry horrible shit happened' but 'I'm sorry nobody helped you with the worst part'.

It was... nice.

He shook his head slightly and at least for now decided he didn't want to upset the sweetheart robot chick by explaining how long his 'waking up' had taken. Every day able to remember more and process more, all of it pure shit. "Yeah, well, I figured it out. Thanks though. Why were you awake from the start? Shits an' giggles?" 'Awake' was better than not, but Rocket of all creatures understood the depth of alone that came with it.