[ He lets out a long breath, and only the barest twitch of his head betrays the fact that he glances up at her behind his mask. ]
... Thank you.
[ And he practically whispers it.
Another deep inhale before Peter forces himself to straighten, rolling his shoulders like that might help him regain his composure (and maybe a little bit of his dignity, though he’s reasonably sure that’s long gone, today). It’s only he’s stretching out his fingers, slightly sore from how tightly he had clenched them into fists, that he realizes—
He’s still holding Gamora’s hand.
Another time, he might have smirked a little knowingly, because Gamora wouldn’t have allowed that unless she wanted to. Or maybe he would’ve jerked away like he’s been burned, babbling to avoid having to apologize. But now, he just— slowly releases her hand, giving her the opportunity to pull back, if she wants. ]
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... Thank you.
[ And he practically whispers it.
Another deep inhale before Peter forces himself to straighten, rolling his shoulders like that might help him regain his composure (and maybe a little bit of his dignity, though he’s reasonably sure that’s long gone, today). It’s only he’s stretching out his fingers, slightly sore from how tightly he had clenched them into fists, that he realizes—
He’s still holding Gamora’s hand.
Another time, he might have smirked a little knowingly, because Gamora wouldn’t have allowed that unless she wanted to. Or maybe he would’ve jerked away like he’s been burned, babbling to avoid having to apologize. But now, he just— slowly releases her hand, giving her the opportunity to pull back, if she wants. ]