[ ... okay, well, he was going to peek, but with the way her fingers card through her hair, with the softness of her voice.
And he feels heavy but in a nice way, some combination of the alcohol and the late hour dragging him down and down and down. By the time she finishes the song, he's drifting, not quite awake but not quite asleep – and he keeps his fingers wrapped around Gamora's hand. ]
Your voice is pretty.
[ And his own is thick, the words mumbled into his pillow. ]
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And he feels heavy but in a nice way, some combination of the alcohol and the late hour dragging him down and down and down. By the time she finishes the song, he's drifting, not quite awake but not quite asleep – and he keeps his fingers wrapped around Gamora's hand. ]
Your voice is pretty.
[ And his own is thick, the words mumbled into his pillow. ]