[ For a long, irrational moment, Peter thinks he might actually melt into a puddle and wander his way down the drain along with everything else, that only Gamora’s arms around him manage to keep him together. It’s a dumb thought, though, and Peter smiles privately with it against her neck.
Eventually, when he feels a little more like himself, he straightens a little. The spray from the shower falls against his crown, forcing his bangs into a point against his forehead. He shoves his hair away from his face, huffing out a laugh. ]
Oh, right. [ And his voice is a little raspy, still not fully recovered but wandering closer. ] That thing we came in here to do.
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Eventually, when he feels a little more like himself, he straightens a little. The spray from the shower falls against his crown, forcing his bangs into a point against his forehead. He shoves his hair away from his face, huffing out a laugh. ]
Oh, right. [ And his voice is a little raspy, still not fully recovered but wandering closer. ] That thing we came in here to do.
Yeah, I guess we can do that.