[ Gamora's eyes stray to the bouquet of flowers, and there's something sweeter in the way she looks at them, admiring the pinks and the consistent trend that's so reminiscent of the flowers on her home planet. That kind of gesture took time – dedication. She's amazed he went to all of that trouble. ]
You have nothing to worry about.
[ That is for certain.
She reaches out, resting a hand on his stomach and the red sweater. ]
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You have nothing to worry about.
[ That is for certain.
She reaches out, resting a hand on his stomach and the red sweater. ]
You're wearing it.
[ She sounds... pleased. ]