[ Oh, come on, he nearly says, once he sees that unreadable mask go up. That's worse. You know that's worse.
But he swallows down the words, because she's well within her rights to retreat. He's fucked up this reunion in so many ways, when it should've been— not easy, exactly. Never easy. But it shouldn't be this tense. It shouldn't be this fraught with this much resentment.
He lowers his hands, and one fidgets with the strap of his backpack, just for something to do. The dismay is obvious on his face, though. He struggles with finding the words for a few, endless seconds, before scrubbing his face. ]
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But he swallows down the words, because she's well within her rights to retreat. He's fucked up this reunion in so many ways, when it should've been— not easy, exactly. Never easy. But it shouldn't be this tense. It shouldn't be this fraught with this much resentment.
He lowers his hands, and one fidgets with the strap of his backpack, just for something to do. The dismay is obvious on his face, though. He struggles with finding the words for a few, endless seconds, before scrubbing his face. ]
Fuck, Gamora. I don't even know where to start.