[ He frowns a little, and— okay. Yeah. That makes sense. They’re both kind of a mess, admittedly, and dust still clings to his own shoulders from his trip through the wall in the warehouse. He certainly can’t blame her for wanting to get cleaned up.
As long as that’s all it is, and he keeps flipping back to those few seconds when she swayed slightly on her feet in the flight deck. An injury she’s hiding, maybe? An injury she doesn’t even know about? He’ll have to keep an eye on her. ]
... Alright. [ Still with that touch of doubt, even as he tries to conceal it. He figures Gamora would just get pissed at him if he admitted he didn’t quite believe her.
They pass by a few of the others on their way to Peter’s bunk – and Mantis and Drax give them strange looks as he and Gamora wander past. Something knowing, something even a little wistful, and Peter staunchly ignores them both. He’s glad, once they reach the safety of the captain’s quarters, and he lets Gamora enter first. It’s a mess, as it always is, but shockingly, he’s done laundry recently – though he hasn’t quite reached the point where he’s actually put his clothing away. The clean clothes still sit in a chaotic pile in the basket on one of the couches.
Peter shrugs out of his coat, still standing beside the door. Thanks to weeks of practice, Peter tosses his coat onto the back of one of the overstuffed seats. He’s in the middle of scrubbing dust out of his hair as he nods Gamora toward the laundry basket. ]
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As long as that’s all it is, and he keeps flipping back to those few seconds when she swayed slightly on her feet in the flight deck. An injury she’s hiding, maybe? An injury she doesn’t even know about? He’ll have to keep an eye on her. ]
... Alright. [ Still with that touch of doubt, even as he tries to conceal it. He figures Gamora would just get pissed at him if he admitted he didn’t quite believe her.
They pass by a few of the others on their way to Peter’s bunk – and Mantis and Drax give them strange looks as he and Gamora wander past. Something knowing, something even a little wistful, and Peter staunchly ignores them both. He’s glad, once they reach the safety of the captain’s quarters, and he lets Gamora enter first. It’s a mess, as it always is, but shockingly, he’s done laundry recently – though he hasn’t quite reached the point where he’s actually put his clothing away. The clean clothes still sit in a chaotic pile in the basket on one of the couches.
Peter shrugs out of his coat, still standing beside the door. Thanks to weeks of practice, Peter tosses his coat onto the back of one of the overstuffed seats. He’s in the middle of scrubbing dust out of his hair as he nods Gamora toward the laundry basket. ]
Help yourself, I guess.