[ Gamora feels the shift when it happens, but she doesn’t let her eyes open, doesn’t stir. Her breathing stays slow and steady, until Peter (Ego) starts to stir beside her, and she reflexively curls her fingers against his chest. Her nose wrinkles, eyes squeezing shut and then slowly opening, like she’s shaking off the grogginess of a deep sleep. ]
Peter?
[ To her credit, Gamora affects the rough quality of a dry throat, voice thick with half-awareness. ]
no subject
Peter?
[ To her credit, Gamora affects the rough quality of a dry throat, voice thick with half-awareness. ]
What?