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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote 2020-01-06 07:22 am (UTC)

[ The tension falls away from her, at least slightly, and he lets out a relieved breath, reaching to curl an arm around her waist again.

But naturally, the flash of red at her side immediately draws his attention, and he freezes. ]


Shit, Gamora.

[ Rather than wrap his arm around her, he takes hold of her elbow, helping to support her weight. ]

I knew we shoudl've come straight here after dinner.

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