[ He can't quite help it – he breathes out a soft, disbelieving laugh. ]
You would never hinder me.
[ And maybe in a different tone that might sound cocky, but he's not using that kind of voice. Maybe Peter's knowledge and experience with the multiverse was shallow at best, but he can't imagine any world, any universe, where Gamora had held him back.
In their universe the only one that really mattered (because he's always had a selfish streak), what had Gamora ever done in their brief time together but make him want to be better?
... And, okay, admittedly, that's a lot of shit to put on one person's shoulders, which is why he's been working on himself, lately. Sort of.
He hesitates before pulling ahead to step in front of her – not quite blocking her path, but at least forcing her to pause. ]
I need you to understand something. I've been tiptoeing around it, because I've been worried about rushing you, or pressuring you into something, so— I'm just gonna say it. But I'm not saying it to push you, so do what you want with this information.
[ He pauses, pulling a hand through his hair. And maybe he spends too long collecting himself, trying to form the words – because once he realizes he's stalling, he gives himself a silent shove, and the words come out in a rush: ]
I loved you, Gamora. And I kept loving you. And when I lost you, I didn't know what to do. I fell apart. I was a wreck. I'm sure Nebula will probably be more than happy to let you know how much of a mess I was.
And, yeah, I went home 'cause I was trying to move on, but that doesn't mean I ever stopped loving you. Because I still love you, and I don't see that stopping any time soon.
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You would never hinder me.
[ And maybe in a different tone that might sound cocky, but he's not using that kind of voice. Maybe Peter's knowledge and experience with the multiverse was shallow at best, but he can't imagine any world, any universe, where Gamora had held him back.
In their universe the only one that really mattered (because he's always had a selfish streak), what had Gamora ever done in their brief time together but make him want to be better?
... And, okay, admittedly, that's a lot of shit to put on one person's shoulders, which is why he's been working on himself, lately. Sort of.
He hesitates before pulling ahead to step in front of her – not quite blocking her path, but at least forcing her to pause. ]
I need you to understand something. I've been tiptoeing around it, because I've been worried about rushing you, or pressuring you into something, so— I'm just gonna say it. But I'm not saying it to push you, so do what you want with this information.
[ He pauses, pulling a hand through his hair. And maybe he spends too long collecting himself, trying to form the words – because once he realizes he's stalling, he gives himself a silent shove, and the words come out in a rush: ]
I loved you, Gamora. And I kept loving you. And when I lost you, I didn't know what to do. I fell apart. I was a wreck. I'm sure Nebula will probably be more than happy to let you know how much of a mess I was.
And, yeah, I went home 'cause I was trying to move on, but that doesn't mean I ever stopped loving you. Because I still love you, and I don't see that stopping any time soon.