[ And there it finally is – that look of expectation in Gamora's eyes, that look that tells him she's waiting for something, and as the words leave his mouth, he sees the way it clicks off, like someone flipping a switch and shutting off the lights.
Peter wondered how long it'd take for him to see that.
He lets out a breath and sits up, once she's climbed off; unconsciously, he shifts over slightly to put space between them. ]
I... I don't know.
[ He looks down at his lap, stretches his hands and clenches them into fists.
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Peter wondered how long it'd take for him to see that.
He lets out a breath and sits up, once she's climbed off; unconsciously, he shifts over slightly to put space between them. ]
I... I don't know.
[ He looks down at his lap, stretches his hands and clenches them into fists.
With a faint thread of humor, ]
Maybe because I don't want to get hit?