[ another moment of that quiet, intense consideration, and gamora takes one last step closer. she absolutely can't get closer without pressing flush against him, so she stops just shy of his chest, instead reaching up to curl her fingers around his tie. she tugs on it like a leash, but she doesn't drag him down — just looks at him with that same unyielding gaze. ]
I never doubted that.
[ she doesn't lean in yet, doesn't pull him close, but instead holds steady with his tie in her hand. ]
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I never doubted that.
[ she doesn't lean in yet, doesn't pull him close, but instead holds steady with his tie in her hand. ]
You are a predictable man, Peter Quill.