[ He pauses, readying himself to argue in case Gamora continues to insist that she's fine and that she can manage and that she's done more with worse.
He has his rebuttals all queued up. He'll probably start with No, you're not, follow up with yeah, probably, but you shouldn't and you're gonna slip and fall and crack your head open.
Luckily, though, he doesn't have to offer any of that up, and when she finishes undressing, so does he – and he makes quick work of it, thanks to a great deal of practice. In a different moment, he'd be more mindful to fold his clothes properly, in deference to how expensive as fuck they are. At this very second, though, taking proper care of the clothing Gamora bought him is the last thing on his mind. ]
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He has his rebuttals all queued up. He'll probably start with No, you're not, follow up with yeah, probably, but you shouldn't and you're gonna slip and fall and crack your head open.
Luckily, though, he doesn't have to offer any of that up, and when she finishes undressing, so does he – and he makes quick work of it, thanks to a great deal of practice. In a different moment, he'd be more mindful to fold his clothes properly, in deference to how expensive as fuck they are. At this very second, though, taking proper care of the clothing Gamora bought him is the last thing on his mind. ]
Not too hot, is it?