[ Peter shifts awkwardly where he sits; he can’t sink into this weird reality as Gamora seems to have, and— he wonders if he’s dreaming. He wonders if he’s made up their environment based on what Gamora’s told him, and this whole things is just— a weird, hyper-realistic dream.
A dream about a planet that wasn’t his own wasn’t exactly out of the realm of possibility, after all. He’s dreamt about far weirder things, but— he doesn’t think he’s been as aware as this. He’s never second-guessed his mind and the landscape as much as he is now, actively thinking, “This is a dream,” and not having the world around them shatter.
He watches as she plucks the flowers, and for a second he really does want to shake her, but— she looks so calm, so tranquil, and Peter’s not sure if he’s ever seen her look like that. As much as he wants her to see how weird this all is, another part of him doesn’t want to pull her out of it if it means she can have a moment of peace.
Even if she is only a figment of his imagination.
He bites on his lip, uncertain, before he gives a small nod. ]
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A dream about a planet that wasn’t his own wasn’t exactly out of the realm of possibility, after all. He’s dreamt about far weirder things, but— he doesn’t think he’s been as aware as this. He’s never second-guessed his mind and the landscape as much as he is now, actively thinking, “This is a dream,” and not having the world around them shatter.
He watches as she plucks the flowers, and for a second he really does want to shake her, but— she looks so calm, so tranquil, and Peter’s not sure if he’s ever seen her look like that. As much as he wants her to see how weird this all is, another part of him doesn’t want to pull her out of it if it means she can have a moment of peace.
Even if she is only a figment of his imagination.
He bites on his lip, uncertain, before he gives a small nod. ]
Yeah. Show me.