[ He huffs out a quiet, disbelieving laugh, shrugging a shoulder. ]
You say that like I’d mind.
[ Which he wouldn’t, after all. Peter already claims the credit for asking her first, and he can boast that he was likely the first person she’s ever willingly said “yes” to. So he’s pretty much set, in his own eyes.
(He almost thinks, I could die happy, but he shies away from the thought like it burns.)
He lifts a hand to carefully prod at the lump on the back of his head – the pain has dulled down, at least. Something present but not distracting. ]
Maybe wait till I’m not liable to trip over myself just standing, though.
[ But she can wait. She's in no immediate rush, not with the things she still feels like she has to parse through for herself, the unfamiliarity of emotion that she doesn't truly have a name for, the uncertainty in the wake of the party.
(The ferocious response that reared its head today during the fight.)
She watches him prod at himself, more considering than with blatant concern. ]
I should let you return to resting, since I disturbed you in the first place.
[ Which he absolutely doesn’t; sure, close quarters means they might get on one another’s nerves sometimes, but that’s true of everyone. He tips his head back against the bulkhead, letting out a quiet breath. ]
But you’re probably right. Could probably do with a nap or something. [ he makes a vague gesture toward his head. ] At least if I pass out I won’t have to deal with the headache.
[ Gamora gives him a look at "apple slices and a juice box" because she did not a) have naptime as a child, and b) has no concept of these things. That was as good as gibberish.
(But she's used to Peter saying things like that.)
At least he's settling in, and so she gets to her feet, giving him back all the space on his bunk. ]
I will try to keep them in line.
[ No guarantees, of course.
She heads for the door, but she pauses to glance at him over her shoulder. ]
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You say that like I’d mind.
[ Which he wouldn’t, after all. Peter already claims the credit for asking her first, and he can boast that he was likely the first person she’s ever willingly said “yes” to. So he’s pretty much set, in his own eyes.
(He almost thinks, I could die happy, but he shies away from the thought like it burns.)
He lifts a hand to carefully prod at the lump on the back of his head – the pain has dulled down, at least. Something present but not distracting. ]
Maybe wait till I’m not liable to trip over myself just standing, though.
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That wouldn't be enjoyable for either of us.
[ But she can wait. She's in no immediate rush, not with the things she still feels like she has to parse through for herself, the unfamiliarity of emotion that she doesn't truly have a name for, the uncertainty in the wake of the party.
(The ferocious response that reared its head today during the fight.)
She watches him prod at himself, more considering than with blatant concern. ]
I should let you return to resting, since I disturbed you in the first place.
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And you say that like I mind your company.
[ Which he absolutely doesn’t; sure, close quarters means they might get on one another’s nerves sometimes, but that’s true of everyone. He tips his head back against the bulkhead, letting out a quiet breath. ]
But you’re probably right. Could probably do with a nap or something. [ he makes a vague gesture toward his head. ] At least if I pass out I won’t have to deal with the headache.
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[ If only because they're likelier to keep talking, but—
— it's more than they've really talked one-on-one in a while. ]
The nap will be better for you.
[ Even if she would rather stay. ]
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Sure, sure. Just get me my apple slices and a juice box, read me a bedtime story, and we can call it a day.
[ But after a hesitant second, Peter eases himself down to lie on his bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. ]
Make sure none of those assholes set the ship on fire, please.
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(But she's used to Peter saying things like that.)
At least he's settling in, and so she gets to her feet, giving him back all the space on his bunk. ]
I will try to keep them in line.
[ No guarantees, of course.
She heads for the door, but she pauses to glance at him over her shoulder. ]
... Get some rest, Quill.