[ All things considered, Gamora hasn't known Peter very long, but that doesn't mean she needs much personal insight to see the emotion swamping through him. These circumstances are hellish and unprecedented and fresh, and—
It's hard. There's no way that it isn't.
Hugs aren't necessarily Gamora's style, especially not at the point she is now, but she reaches out across that open space, laying a hand tentatively on Peter's arm. It's light, careful, ready to pull back if the touch is unwelcome, but it's still there.
If Peter knows her as well as he says that he does, she trusts he understands what she's offering. ]
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It's hard. There's no way that it isn't.
Hugs aren't necessarily Gamora's style, especially not at the point she is now, but she reaches out across that open space, laying a hand tentatively on Peter's arm. It's light, careful, ready to pull back if the touch is unwelcome, but it's still there.
If Peter knows her as well as he says that he does, she trusts he understands what she's offering. ]