[ ... Okay. Gamora’s silence isn’t exactly out of character, and her lack of thanks isn’t unexpected, but Peter watches her come and go with a concerned look, all the same. When she slips into the bathroom, shirt in hand, all of his fantasies of her clad only in his clothing are soured by the worry he still feels.
He frowns, shaking his head, before tugging off his own shirt, tossing it away to join his dirty jacket. He plucks out a clean shirt from the basket, tugging it on; it’s a wrinkled mess, but at least it’s clean. He considers contacting one of the others, asking if they noticed anything off about Gamora while he was dealing with the Nova officials. Maybe someone else saw something, or maybe someone else can reassure him that he’s just imagining things, that he’s being his usual worrywart-self.
Peter’s just a twitch away from calling up Rocket, but he hears the door to the bathroom slide open. He glances over his shoulder, and—
Oh.
Yeah. Okay. Uh.
(That’s a mental image getting filed away for later.)
He blinks at her, and for a second, he almost doesn’t realize she’s called for him. Thankfully, her suggestion (order?) reminds him that words are a thing, and he licks his lips, taking only a step to close the space between them. ]
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He frowns, shaking his head, before tugging off his own shirt, tossing it away to join his dirty jacket. He plucks out a clean shirt from the basket, tugging it on; it’s a wrinkled mess, but at least it’s clean. He considers contacting one of the others, asking if they noticed anything off about Gamora while he was dealing with the Nova officials. Maybe someone else saw something, or maybe someone else can reassure him that he’s just imagining things, that he’s being his usual worrywart-self.
Peter’s just a twitch away from calling up Rocket, but he hears the door to the bathroom slide open. He glances over his shoulder, and—
Oh.
Yeah. Okay. Uh.
(That’s a mental image getting filed away for later.)
He blinks at her, and for a second, he almost doesn’t realize she’s called for him. Thankfully, her suggestion (order?) reminds him that words are a thing, and he licks his lips, taking only a step to close the space between them. ]
You alright?