[ He breathes out a quiet, mirthless little sound, though it shapes itself as a laugh. ]
I’m still not where I was.
[ And that much is obvious in the way Gamora watched him as he trained, when he would make one move where she clearly expected another, and that’s just how it’s always been, as long as he remembers. Which, given that he only actively remembers things from the past couple of months, is either saying quite a bit or nothing at all.
Both hands drop to his lap, and he picks at the seam of his sweatpants. ]
It’s not going how you want it to. [ Flat, if quiet. ] I can see it on your face.
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I’m still not where I was.
[ And that much is obvious in the way Gamora watched him as he trained, when he would make one move where she clearly expected another, and that’s just how it’s always been, as long as he remembers. Which, given that he only actively remembers things from the past couple of months, is either saying quite a bit or nothing at all.
Both hands drop to his lap, and he picks at the seam of his sweatpants. ]
It’s not going how you want it to. [ Flat, if quiet. ] I can see it on your face.