[ The silence is heavy, but Gamora doesn’t break it. She doesn’t turn to watch Peter fidget, and as the lack of an answer sits in the air between them, she starts to wonder if Peter is going to respond or change the subject or even just excuse himself to beat a hasty retreat. Distantly, she wonders again why she’s here, why she’s willingly living in the shadow of whoever her alternate self had been. She wonders why Peter offered her a place where the emptiness is felt so keenly.
She wonders how long it can last.
Peter surprises her by answering, but she doesn’t doubt the truth of it, no matter how strange it feels to hear something about her-but-not-her.
Would she have danced, too?
Gamora’s eyes finally flick back to Peter, watching him sidelong as he offers that tidbit of information. Despite her better judgement, her curiosity creeps forward, and she can’t help asking another question. ]
What music?
[ What songs had his Gamora liked? Surely she would enjoy them now, too – or does she want to listen in case maybe there is some difference between her and this other self?]
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She wonders how long it can last.
Peter surprises her by answering, but she doesn’t doubt the truth of it, no matter how strange it feels to hear something about her-but-not-her.
Would she have danced, too?
Gamora’s eyes finally flick back to Peter, watching him sidelong as he offers that tidbit of information. Despite her better judgement, her curiosity creeps forward, and she can’t help asking another question. ]
What music?
[ What songs had his Gamora liked? Surely she would enjoy them now, too – or does she want to listen in case maybe there is some difference between her and this other self?]