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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote 2019-12-27 01:10 am (UTC)

[ Peter’s not entirely sure how to respond to that, so he just— doesn’t. It’s not that he’s in denial, exactly, especially considering the heated conversation they had gotten into last night before the doctor arrived, but he has no idea how to begin reconciling any of it.

Other than, you know. It sucks, both from a moral standpoint and a personal standpoint. The situation sucks, and it’s so illegal, and holy fuck, it’s the wrong thing to do – and there really isn’t any way to get around it.

He pulls the cart closer to the bed, handing Gamora one of the plates – the same fare as the past few days. He’s not too sure what you’re supposed to eat after blood loss, but he figures it’s better to eat anything than nothing. Eventually, he takes his own plate, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her – though maybe not as closely as he would’ve allowed himself before. ]


Everything cool?

[ And he nods toward the phone as he sets his plate in his lap. He remembers the doctor’s half-assurance, half-threat about Gamora’s sister arriving to help. He remembers the phone conversation between the two of them, the first night he was here; he doesn’t imagine Gamora is looking forward to this reunion, if it happens. ]

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