[ That manages to surprise him into silence, and he looks over at her again, as if waiting for the other foot to drop. Some kind of "but..." to unravel that whole thing.
It's small, but it's far more than he ever expected from Gamora, and he feels that tight knot of anxiety ease a little.
He nods slowly, dropping both hands to his lap. ]
... Yeah. I think you're right.
[ And a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, small and barely there. ]
[ ...and it's said completely nonchalant, too, with the vaguest hint of a smile on her lips, but she also knows that the dramatic improvement peter's made in their training probably helped a great deal today.
(if gamora was one to say it, she might have even told him that she's proud of him.
as it stands, it's more along the lines of, "you stayed alive. keep doing that.") ]
[ that "thank you" definitely catches her off guard, and she blinks at him for a moment, but then that vague smile is just a touch warmer. a little bigger.
(but just slightly.) ]
You're welcome.
[ and she straightens in her chair, reaching up finally to touch the braid and feel what he's managed to do. ]
[ Peter's nose wrinkles at that, arms crossing over his chest as he lifts his chin. ]
Not bad? That's all? That's probably the best damn braid in the galaxy, I'll have you know.
[ it isn't.
It's slightly crooked, thanks to lack of practice, and a tiny loop of hair may be sticking out from when he didn't properly comb through the strains with his fingers as he gathered more hair for the braid, but—
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It's small, but it's far more than he ever expected from Gamora, and he feels that tight knot of anxiety ease a little.
He nods slowly, dropping both hands to his lap. ]
... Yeah. I think you're right.
[ And a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, small and barely there. ]
What would I do without you?
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[ ...and it's said completely nonchalant, too, with the vaguest hint of a smile on her lips, but she also knows that the dramatic improvement peter's made in their training probably helped a great deal today.
(if gamora was one to say it, she might have even told him that she's proud of him.
as it stands, it's more along the lines of, "you stayed alive. keep doing that.") ]
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Yeah.
[ And even as he smiles, it takes on a sort of sheepish edge. ]
I'd definitely be dead by now, if it hadn't been for you.
[ The Infinity Stone. Leaping for it and having its power tear through him.
Peter. Take my hand.
He's not sure if he's ever really expressed how goddamn grateful he was for that, for her risking it all on the off-chance it might save him. ]
... Thanks, Gamora. [ It's only a fraction of what he owes her, but it's a start. ]
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(but just slightly.) ]
You're welcome.
[ and she straightens in her chair, reaching up finally to touch the braid and feel what he's managed to do. ]
This isn't bad.
[ well, it's sort of praise. ]
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Not bad? That's all? That's probably the best damn braid in the galaxy, I'll have you know.
[ it isn't.
It's slightly crooked, thanks to lack of practice, and a tiny loop of hair may be sticking out from when he didn't properly comb through the strains with his fingers as he gathered more hair for the braid, but—
It's acceptable, he figures. ]