[ He tries to wrangle his expression back into something a little less kid-in-a-candy-store, a little more cool, and he settles back against the bulkhead. (His stomach flips, though, at the warmth in her smile, in her eyes, something fluttering in his chest for it.
Not for the first time, and most certainly not for the last, he thinks, Holy shit, you’ve got it bad, Quill.)
At her question, his expression falls a little – not enough to dark his expression, but certainly enough as to be noticeable. ]
No reason.
[ Lots of reasons, actually, not the least of which is the strange distance that had drifted between them, bit by bit. A sort of stiltedness to their conversations that hadn’t been there since the early days – like after escaping the Kyln, with neither of them quite sure how to read the other. ]
But, you know. [ He lifts a shoulder in a shrug. ] People just change their minds, sometimes.
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Not for the first time, and most certainly not for the last, he thinks, Holy shit, you’ve got it bad, Quill.)
At her question, his expression falls a little – not enough to dark his expression, but certainly enough as to be noticeable. ]
No reason.
[ Lots of reasons, actually, not the least of which is the strange distance that had drifted between them, bit by bit. A sort of stiltedness to their conversations that hadn’t been there since the early days – like after escaping the Kyln, with neither of them quite sure how to read the other. ]
But, you know. [ He lifts a shoulder in a shrug. ] People just change their minds, sometimes.