[ His lips press together in a thin, unhappy line.
It's not a yes, admittedly, which is something. But it's not the no he was hoping to hear, either.
He curls his hands around his mug again, the heat bleeding through the ceramic.
(He wishes he didn't know. He wishes they could rewind to yesterday, when he thought Gamora was just some eccentric, if seriously hot and charming, billionaire's daughter with way too much cash to burn.) ]
So tonight's just about keeping up appearances. Just making nice. That's all, right?
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It's not a yes, admittedly, which is something. But it's not the no he was hoping to hear, either.
He curls his hands around his mug again, the heat bleeding through the ceramic.
(He wishes he didn't know. He wishes they could rewind to yesterday, when he thought Gamora was just some eccentric, if seriously hot and charming, billionaire's daughter with way too much cash to burn.) ]
So tonight's just about keeping up appearances. Just making nice. That's all, right?