[ Gamora is almost taken aback by how much his response stings. She's not surprised by his reply, but more startled by herself and the fact that she'd asked him to accompany her in the first place. She doesn't know why she thought that might be an option, after everything; she has no idea why she assumed he would indulge whatever she still has to field for this horrific job.
(Why did she let herself even think about the odd comfort she felt being around Peter? It doesn't matter, now that everything is out in the open. She still doesn't understand why Peter is here or why he's offered to connect her with this Yondu, but—
Peter is just a better person than she is, isn't he?)
Despite the uncomfortable twist in her chest that isn't thanks to the thrumming pain left by her stitches, Gamora keeps her expression perfectly schooled as she keeps taking a few slow sips of the hot coffee. ]
Then where do you want me to meet you tonight?
[ —if the offer still stands. She distantly realizes that Peter could change his mind in a heartbeat about taking her to the Arrow. He doesn't have to. He doesn't owe her anything. ]
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(Why did she let herself even think about the odd comfort she felt being around Peter? It doesn't matter, now that everything is out in the open. She still doesn't understand why Peter is here or why he's offered to connect her with this Yondu, but—
Peter is just a better person than she is, isn't he?)
Despite the uncomfortable twist in her chest that isn't thanks to the thrumming pain left by her stitches, Gamora keeps her expression perfectly schooled as she keeps taking a few slow sips of the hot coffee. ]
Then where do you want me to meet you tonight?
[ —if the offer still stands. She distantly realizes that Peter could change his mind in a heartbeat about taking her to the Arrow. He doesn't have to. He doesn't owe her anything. ]