[ It's— weird and gratifying all at once how something settles in him the instant her hand touches his, how something seems to click firmly into place. He was a fucking mess after the Avengers had brought everyone back, to say the least. And in the days, months, years that passed, he had found himself hitting the bottles more and more often for some temporary relief. And— it was only recently that he started letting himself heal.
He doesn't know what the hell it means for his recovery that Gamora is back, in whatever capacity this place has allowed, but he's selfish enough to not give a fuck.
Unconsciously, his hand gently tightens a little around hers, like he's reluctant to let go – but let go he does. ]
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He doesn't know what the hell it means for his recovery that Gamora is back, in whatever capacity this place has allowed, but he's selfish enough to not give a fuck.
Unconsciously, his hand gently tightens a little around hers, like he's reluctant to let go – but let go he does. ]
Go on. I'll follow your lead.