[ She's tired, but she still sees the awkward hitch, the way he pauses. It's why she wasn't sure if she should ask at all, because she knows how complicated this is. She knows that she's effectively turned Peter's life inside out, and she knows that— in so many ways, Peter doesn't have a choice. Gamora can't take any of this back, can't undo how he's spiraled into being part of this, no matter how much she regrets that he's become tangled in her life's web.
But he's also the reason why there's a way out potentially on her horizon. She hasn't found a tangible escape yet, and she's been trying and trying for longer than she can remember. She owes him more than she can say – if only because the words are foreign and ashy on her tongue.
She nods, again combing through her hair, gently working out knots. ]
If you're sure.
[ She's not worried about her injury, really, especially since Peter sleeps (or has slept?) on her opposite side. ]
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But he's also the reason why there's a way out potentially on her horizon. She hasn't found a tangible escape yet, and she's been trying and trying for longer than she can remember. She owes him more than she can say – if only because the words are foreign and ashy on her tongue.
She nods, again combing through her hair, gently working out knots. ]
If you're sure.
[ She's not worried about her injury, really, especially since Peter sleeps (or has slept?) on her opposite side. ]