[ As much as Gamora notices Peter looking at her sometimes, it feels just as stark when he tries to avoid doing exactly that. She can’t help wondering how often he sees his Gamora instead, until the harsh reality reminds him of what he’s lost.
She doesn’t blame him for looking away.
Gamora looks to the viewport, too, watching the slow churning of dark space beyond, with Huridius there below them. She likes this spot, likes the quiet she often finds here, though it’s now filled in contrast with the lighthearted music from Peter’s Zune.
After a moment of simply listening to the song, Gamora speaks again without looking back at Peter. ]
Did she dance?
[ Gamora is sure she doesn’t need to be more specific than that. ]
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She doesn’t blame him for looking away.
Gamora looks to the viewport, too, watching the slow churning of dark space beyond, with Huridius there below them. She likes this spot, likes the quiet she often finds here, though it’s now filled in contrast with the lighthearted music from Peter’s Zune.
After a moment of simply listening to the song, Gamora speaks again without looking back at Peter. ]
Did she dance?
[ Gamora is sure she doesn’t need to be more specific than that. ]