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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote in [community profile] citylogs 2023-07-22 02:51 am (UTC)

[ It's not the flippant "fine" he was expecting, but neither is her answer a total surprise.

He nods – a little too much, a little too fast – in lieu of anything better to say, because he's way out of his depth, here. He has no idea what to do – and, well, it's not as if either of them have been in a situation like this before. It's not like there are very many people who have tips for what to do or say when your girlfriend comes back from the dead after one of those most devastating things to ever happen to the universe.

Well, he doesn't know what to say except this: ]


I missed you.

[ And it comes out on a rough whisper.

His hands clench into fists to keep himself from reaching out. Even though he wants to. Even though every nerve in his body is screaming at him to do it. He's a selfish bastard – a bad habit he's never outgrown – but he doesn't know if his touch would be welcome, right now. Not when she's clearly so conflicted. ]


Every single day, I thought about you. I missed you so much.

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