[ Oh, good. Nebula's asking all the hard-hitting questions today.
And now that she isn't across from him, he doesn't bother to hide the weird, conflicted look that crosses his face – the grief and confusion and anger and, weirdly, embarrassment. It's funny how that all comes slamming back into him, like he never left that familiar, beer-soaked table on Knowhere, and was still self-medicating with bottle after bottle. Like that month of trying to heal had never happened, had never even been a thought that crossed his mind.
He's still messing with the last bits of food on his plate, and he has a vague memory his mother chastising him gently – that's for eatin', baby, not for playin'. It's why he spurs himself to take a couple more bites.
Around the mouthful of food (because table manners had never been a concern for anyone raised in the Ravager lifestyle), ]
We should let her know what we're up to.
[ And he manages to sound detached, even-keeled. The strategist in him, the Captain part of him, recognizes an asset when he sees one. Gamora is strong, effective. A valuable warrior, through and through. Whatever weird shit lies between them, at the moment, should be set aside in favor of the larger picture. ]
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And now that she isn't across from him, he doesn't bother to hide the weird, conflicted look that crosses his face – the grief and confusion and anger and, weirdly, embarrassment. It's funny how that all comes slamming back into him, like he never left that familiar, beer-soaked table on Knowhere, and was still self-medicating with bottle after bottle. Like that month of trying to heal had never happened, had never even been a thought that crossed his mind.
He's still messing with the last bits of food on his plate, and he has a vague memory his mother chastising him gently – that's for eatin', baby, not for playin'. It's why he spurs himself to take a couple more bites.
Around the mouthful of food (because table manners had never been a concern for anyone raised in the Ravager lifestyle), ]
We should let her know what we're up to.
[ And he manages to sound detached, even-keeled. The strategist in him, the Captain part of him, recognizes an asset when he sees one. Gamora is strong, effective. A valuable warrior, through and through. Whatever weird shit lies between them, at the moment, should be set aside in favor of the larger picture. ]
Let her decide whether or not she wants in.