[ Gamora is usually one who's comfortable to sit in silence, but it feels like so much is hanging between them, and she doesn't know how to breech that nearly palpable tension.
She's never felt so out of her depth before.
When Peter asks her how she's feeling, she opens her mouth for the automatic answer – "Fine." – but he cuts her off too quickly. The real answer doesn't come so easily, if only because she's so accustomed to hiding every vulnerability with the veracity of a feral animal.
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She's never felt so out of her depth before.
When Peter asks her how she's feeling, she opens her mouth for the automatic answer – "Fine." – but he cuts her off too quickly. The real answer doesn't come so easily, if only because she's so accustomed to hiding every vulnerability with the veracity of a feral animal.
But— ]
I'm tired. The stitches are uncomfortable.
[ They hurt. ]