[ More punched out of him than voiced. And what he really means to say, it seems, judging by the way his face falls in that brief second, is ow. She continues on, and he lets out a quiet, self-deprecating sort of laugh. Yeah. Yeah, they really needed to talk about it before—
Before.
He heaves out a sigh, before squaring his shoulders, turning to look over at her. Steeling himself for a blow, it looks like, readying himself for battle. ]
Listen, Gamora. Okay. Just— let me talk for a bit. And then you can say whatever you want, but I just— let me babble for a little while, okay?
[ But apparently he doesn't wait for an answer before pressing on. ]
I'm— sorry about that. What happened. Um. [ He winces as the memories rush through his head again.
(Jesus, that had been good.) ] Obviously we can forget that ever happened, and we don't have to talk about it again after this. And that was weird, but I'm pretty sure it's safe to say neither of us were in our right minds right then. But I'm—
[ He cuts off again, jaw clenching— and his gaze drops, shoulders hunching up a little around his ears.
Here it goes. ]
I'm— I really like you, Gamora. Like, like-you, like-you. [ As if that means anything to her. His voice is soft, almost a croak with how uncertainly and reluctantly he casts each word. ] And I want us to do something about that. I think we make a good team now, but I think we could be more, and I think you and I— we'd be good. Together.
And I think— maybe you might feel the same. At least a little? [ He risks a quick glance up, but it's gone just as quickly. ] But maybe I'm wrong, or maybe you're happy with the way things are now, which is fine. So just— we really need to either do something, or you need to tell me to fuck off, because if we don't figure out what the hell we're doing about us, I might literally go insane.
[ A long sort of pause, as he casts for more words, tries to think if there's anything left to say. He's pretty sure he's done enough damage with all of that, and he's almost relieved to finally just. Say it. Even if he's terrified of how Gamora might react, now that the ball is in her court.
He keeps his head bowed, hands twisting at the sheets of his bed. ]
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Oh.
[ More punched out of him than voiced. And what he really means to say, it seems, judging by the way his face falls in that brief second, is ow. She continues on, and he lets out a quiet, self-deprecating sort of laugh. Yeah. Yeah, they really needed to talk about it before—
Before.
He heaves out a sigh, before squaring his shoulders, turning to look over at her. Steeling himself for a blow, it looks like, readying himself for battle. ]
Listen, Gamora. Okay. Just— let me talk for a bit. And then you can say whatever you want, but I just— let me babble for a little while, okay?
[ But apparently he doesn't wait for an answer before pressing on. ]
I'm— sorry about that. What happened. Um. [ He winces as the memories rush through his head again.
(Jesus, that had been good.) ] Obviously we can forget that ever happened, and we don't have to talk about it again after this. And that was weird, but I'm pretty sure it's safe to say neither of us were in our right minds right then. But I'm—
[ He cuts off again, jaw clenching— and his gaze drops, shoulders hunching up a little around his ears.
Here it goes. ]
I'm— I really like you, Gamora. Like, like-you, like-you. [ As if that means anything to her. His voice is soft, almost a croak with how uncertainly and reluctantly he casts each word. ] And I want us to do something about that. I think we make a good team now, but I think we could be more, and I think you and I— we'd be good. Together.
And I think— maybe you might feel the same. At least a little? [ He risks a quick glance up, but it's gone just as quickly. ] But maybe I'm wrong, or maybe you're happy with the way things are now, which is fine. So just— we really need to either do something, or you need to tell me to fuck off, because if we don't figure out what the hell we're doing about us, I might literally go insane.
[ A long sort of pause, as he casts for more words, tries to think if there's anything left to say. He's pretty sure he's done enough damage with all of that, and he's almost relieved to finally just. Say it. Even if he's terrified of how Gamora might react, now that the ball is in her court.
He keeps his head bowed, hands twisting at the sheets of his bed. ]
... Pretty sure that's all I've got.