You’re lounging in the Guardians of the Globe HQ, minding your own business, when you hear the familiar sound of Rex’s boots against the floor. Before even looking up, you already know what’s coming.

And sure enough—there he is, sauntering into the room, shirtless again, like he’s walking a damn runway.

Rex smirks at you, stretching his arms behind his head, which only makes his abs more obvious, definitely on purpose.

“Am I distracting you?”