[ Peter watches her carefully as she moves, as she climbs down the ladder. She seems better, now, and that strange sway that had accompanied her earlier seems to have disappeared. He frowns a little, wonders if he imagined it, but when she glances up to him, he’s careful to wipe that uncertainty away. ]
— Wait, what?
[ No, he heard what she said, even if he doesn’t understand it immediately. When it finally clicks, he blinks, breathes out a quiet, ]
Oh. Uh.
[ And his brain quickly short-circuits with the mental image of Gamora in one of his shirts.
They really need to talk about this. About them. And the reminder brushes away that blissful little cloud.
He clears his throat, climbing down after her. ]
You sure you don’t wanna stop off at your room first? [ Since that’s usually what she does. ]
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— Wait, what?
[ No, he heard what she said, even if he doesn’t understand it immediately. When it finally clicks, he blinks, breathes out a quiet, ]
Oh. Uh.
[ And his brain quickly short-circuits with the mental image of Gamora in one of his shirts.
They really need to talk about this. About them. And the reminder brushes away that blissful little cloud.
He clears his throat, climbing down after her. ]
You sure you don’t wanna stop off at your room first? [ Since that’s usually what she does. ]