[ Things are wildly different, now. Maybe Gamora wanted something before all this – Peter knows for sure he had – but now? How could she ever? And would it even work, with Ego’s planet looming behind them, casting a shadow?
Peter’s going to be second-guessing everything for a while – his own decisions, everyone’s words and intentions. But Ego did that to him, not Gamora. Five weeks since they left the shattered remains of the planet behind, and he still feels like he barely knows which way is up without his father pointing the way.
He hates it.
He runs his tongue over his teeth as he thinks, as he selects his words. Then, with a cautious sort of hope, ]
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I don’t either, but...
[ Things are wildly different, now. Maybe Gamora wanted something before all this – Peter knows for sure he had – but now? How could she ever? And would it even work, with Ego’s planet looming behind them, casting a shadow?
Peter’s going to be second-guessing everything for a while – his own decisions, everyone’s words and intentions. But Ego did that to him, not Gamora. Five weeks since they left the shattered remains of the planet behind, and he still feels like he barely knows which way is up without his father pointing the way.
He hates it.
He runs his tongue over his teeth as he thinks, as he selects his words. Then, with a cautious sort of hope, ]
... Can we still be friends, at least?