[ It’s an awkward, disorienting sort of second, where he jerks back, but Gamora’s grip on his tie yanks him back forward. A startled yelp escapes him at the sudden change of direction, but they both seem to realize what happened at the same moment, because before he can ask for her to let go, she’s already dropping his tie.
Peter doesn’t embarrass easily (or oftentimes, at all) but right now, he feels heat crawling up his face, coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Quickly he straightens himself out, tucks his tie back beneath his vest, cinches the knot back up his throat, smooths his clothing down. Gamora seems to gather herself, too, though she seems to be fairing a whole lot better on the awkwardness front. For a second, he looks torn, fidgeting a little as he looks at her. He starts to say, ]
We could just—
[ But then a Nova Corps officer rounds the corner, fires off a quick salute. ]
Mr. Space-Lord, sir—!
It’s Star-Lord. [ And the response is automatic, exasperated, as Peter turns his attention to the officer. ]
My apologies, sir. Star-Lord, sir, Denarian Dey has further questions for you. Please accompany me to the foyer.
[ Peter hesitates, glancing over at Gamora with that conflicted look still on his face, before he lets out an explosive breath. He turns on his heel, heading up the hall toward the officer. ]
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Peter doesn’t embarrass easily (or oftentimes, at all) but right now, he feels heat crawling up his face, coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Quickly he straightens himself out, tucks his tie back beneath his vest, cinches the knot back up his throat, smooths his clothing down. Gamora seems to gather herself, too, though she seems to be fairing a whole lot better on the awkwardness front. For a second, he looks torn, fidgeting a little as he looks at her. He starts to say, ]
We could just—
[ But then a Nova Corps officer rounds the corner, fires off a quick salute. ]
Mr. Space-Lord, sir—!
It’s Star-Lord. [ And the response is automatic, exasperated, as Peter turns his attention to the officer. ]
My apologies, sir. Star-Lord, sir, Denarian Dey has further questions for you. Please accompany me to the foyer.
[ Peter hesitates, glancing over at Gamora with that conflicted look still on his face, before he lets out an explosive breath. He turns on his heel, heading up the hall toward the officer. ]