[ The words don’t make sense, and he frowns at the bulkhead. She must mean differently, he thinks, or else he heard her wrong.
Or else he heard her right, which just makes the whole fucking mess even worse for having completely destroyed every one of his chances. ]
... What?
[ Punched out of him, and he winces as soon as he asks it. Because if this is leading up to Gamora explaining how thoroughly he razed what could have been to the ground when he already knows, he doesn’t want to hear it. It’d just be twisting the barb that’s already stabbed through his chest.
But with everything he’s already living with, what’s another heap of regret?
Just add it to the pile, he thinks, with a sort of flippant, mental wave of his hand. ]
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Or else he heard her right, which just makes the whole fucking mess even worse for having completely destroyed every one of his chances. ]
... What?
[ Punched out of him, and he winces as soon as he asks it. Because if this is leading up to Gamora explaining how thoroughly he razed what could have been to the ground when he already knows, he doesn’t want to hear it. It’d just be twisting the barb that’s already stabbed through his chest.
But with everything he’s already living with, what’s another heap of regret?
Just add it to the pile, he thinks, with a sort of flippant, mental wave of his hand. ]