[ he doesn't look entirely convinced by that, and that doubt stays on his face. Gamora is... nice. Most of the time, when she's not trying to snap his ribs with a kick. He wonders if she's saying this to him just to be kind, because they treat him like some delicate, fragile thing, sometimes. Because sometimes, they act like a false word might send him into some sort of fit.
He bites at his lower lip again, reluctant, before he finally tentatively puts his hand in hers. The movement jars his bruised side, and he hisses in a breath, hunching over a little and grabbing at the spot once he's on his feet. ]
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He bites at his lower lip again, reluctant, before he finally tentatively puts his hand in hers. The movement jars his bruised side, and he hisses in a breath, hunching over a little and grabbing at the spot once he's on his feet. ]
Dammit.