[Years for one and not for the other. If she closes her eyes tight enough, she can still recall the anguish on his face from the last time that Gamora had seen them. She doubts that time would change it for either of them, and while she might generally protest any extreme or overt displays of affection, she doesn't mind it in this morning. Doesn't mind how his arms confine her, cut off her awareness of her surroundings, because in this moment, her focus is solely on him. The warm of his skin, the familiar scent of him (although perhaps a little less grimy than he sometimes was) and the soft thud of his heart against her ear.
She'd missed them all in those last days, something fierce and hard. Had thought of a million ways to return, although none had come to fruition. Then again, no plan she had attempted had turned out as she had thought, right down to the switchblade on Vormir.]
Most of the time.
[That soft murmur that is surprisingly level. She lets it linger there for a heart beat or two, before she does add more.]
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She'd missed them all in those last days, something fierce and hard. Had thought of a million ways to return, although none had come to fruition. Then again, no plan she had attempted had turned out as she had thought, right down to the switchblade on Vormir.]
Most of the time.
[That soft murmur that is surprisingly level. She lets it linger there for a heart beat or two, before she does add more.]
Love you, always.