[ Gamora watches him move – mindful of the wound she knows he's still technically nursing. The question gives her a beat of pause, and then she stands, glancing out the viewport again. ]
[ She doesn't feel uncomfortable around Peter, and he hasn't done anything untoward or unwelcome. She's more concerned that she's a painful reminder for him, that he can't see past his grief to allow her the freedom of discovering herself. ]
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I'm going to stay.
[ "For now" goes unspoken. ]
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It'll have to do for now.
He doesn't move to leave, though, and he settles again, frowning at her. ]
I know I'm...
[ A hesitation, then, ]
If I make you uncomfortable, I can give you some space.
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No. That's not necessary.
[ She doesn't feel uncomfortable around Peter, and he hasn't done anything untoward or unwelcome. She's more concerned that she's a painful reminder for him, that he can't see past his grief to allow her the freedom of discovering herself. ]
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You can tell me if that changes. I'm not done...
[ Grieving, he tries to say, but somehow it just sounds... clinical, and woefully inaccurate.
He helplessly trails off before he manages to find something slightly on the mark. ]
I'm not over... her. I don't... I don't think that'll change any time soon. And I know that it's—
[ He gestures vaguely. ]
It puts you in a weird position. So if you need space, just... let me know. Or let someone else know, and they can tell me. Whatever works.