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[nostalgiabomb]

[ It's a common enough epithet that something bittersweet lurches in him with it – because he recognizes the tone, recognizes the affection behind it, and he breathes out another quiet laugh, though this one might be a little rougher, a little more choked.

The instant she steps into his space, and the instant she hugs him, he curls his own arms protectively around her shoulders, tucking his cheek against her hair. And maybe his grip on her is a tight enough to be stifling, but he doesn't really care. It's been years since he's had the opportunity to do this, and grief and relief are both swarming through him in equal measure.

He dredges up an unsteady smile and manages to imbue some lightness into his voice: ]

I might be a fool, but you like me anyway.

[justlethal]

[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.]

Love you, always.