They may not be married in any fashion, but they have the most old married couple energy of anyone Pratt has ever met.

"He.. didn't? Huh. Guess that's good." Their first (and, to Pratt, only) prior meeting had been awful, and Pratt isn't fully convinced by the whole magical lying thing. So he's a little surprised the man had even talked to him in the first place, let alone where the evening went after that.

"Yeah, Sharky is kinda my only friend, and uh... I don't wanna fuck that up. I can't fuck that up like everything else I've screwed up in my life." He digs his fingers into his head, hoping it will dull the headache behind his eyes. "Nevermind. It's fine. I'm just not good at like..... processing shit."