[ Though he says it without any resentment. Even when he was a kid, the Walkman was starting to get edged out by CD players; he fully recognizes that even now, his Walkman must seem ancient.
At last he pulls his arms back – still not quite leaving Gamora’s personal bubble, but far enough that he can look down at the Walkman and the small box in his hands. He still can’t believe what he’s seeing, but he can’t stop grinning, can’t stop that giddy sort of warmth bursting in his chest – though that, at least, is somewhat tempered by the bittersweet reminder of why he’s treasured these things for so long, and the reminder of how he lost them in the first place.
He runs his thumb over the raised silver letters, his touch light and careful like he’s afraid it might break. ]
God, the way you were acting earlier, I thought for sure you were gonna open that capsule up to, like, my death certificate or severed hand or something.
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[ Though he says it without any resentment. Even when he was a kid, the Walkman was starting to get edged out by CD players; he fully recognizes that even now, his Walkman must seem ancient.
At last he pulls his arms back – still not quite leaving Gamora’s personal bubble, but far enough that he can look down at the Walkman and the small box in his hands. He still can’t believe what he’s seeing, but he can’t stop grinning, can’t stop that giddy sort of warmth bursting in his chest – though that, at least, is somewhat tempered by the bittersweet reminder of why he’s treasured these things for so long, and the reminder of how he lost them in the first place.
He runs his thumb over the raised silver letters, his touch light and careful like he’s afraid it might break. ]
God, the way you were acting earlier, I thought for sure you were gonna open that capsule up to, like, my death certificate or severed hand or something.