"No head-shrinkin’, right-arooni. Y’ don’t have much t’ worry ‘bout anyways— I ain’t really in high demand as a doctor nowadays.”
No promises about habitual psychoanalyzing. He didn’t need to know that, though. On to relationships! “— Oh, I know. It wasn’t my brightest hour. But now I’m free a’ that loon an’ the world is my oyster.
… Didja just say Death?”
"Cool! One time I dated a plant.”
That was a bit of a relief. It was one thing hearing from people who really didn’t have a degree on psychology that he was crazy, but someone who actually knew what they were talking about? He’d rather jump into a helicopter propeller.
"Yup Death. Did you know Death really doesn’t have a sex? Or any of that? And apparently not many can see ‘er. I guess I was lucky, but alas. Relationship kind of fell through.” Blame that on Thanos. That was a completely different story he wasn’t going to start digging into.
“Wait.. a plant? Like.. a tree or something? How’s that even going to work?”
[Says the guy who dated Death.]
“I was married to a Rhino..alien.. thing.. for a bit.”