[ Gamora doesn't sleep, exactly, but she rests. She drifts off into something approximating sleep, if only because this entire situation has left her on high alert, constantly.
Which is why her eyes open at the first odd sound out of Peter.
She sits up quickly, alarmed, confused, with no idea what to make of the apparent fit. She's momentarily paralyzed by the idea of what Ego may be doing to Peter's body (if this is some inadvertent side effect, if this is some struggle for control, maybe an explanation for the note he'd left her).
He flails and gasps, and she finally reaches out to him as he tries to shove himself upright. ]
Peter. [ Insistent. ] Peter, Peter.
[ One hand on his shoulder, the other on his arm, she helps brace him, keeps his strength from giving out all over again. ]
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Which is why her eyes open at the first odd sound out of Peter.
She sits up quickly, alarmed, confused, with no idea what to make of the apparent fit. She's momentarily paralyzed by the idea of what Ego may be doing to Peter's body (if this is some inadvertent side effect, if this is some struggle for control, maybe an explanation for the note he'd left her).
He flails and gasps, and she finally reaches out to him as he tries to shove himself upright. ]
Peter. [ Insistent. ] Peter, Peter.
[ One hand on his shoulder, the other on his arm, she helps brace him, keeps his strength from giving out all over again. ]