[ He focuses on braiding the flowers together, on plucking them up to incorporate into the little crown – anything to keep himself busy, he figures. Anything that'll keep him from putting his foot in his mouth and ruining the moment.
He bites down on the inside of his cheek, sneaking small, wary glances at Gamora as she works. She looks— so at peace, and he wants that for her, he really does, but—
This isn't right. Is it?
His work on his own crown is a little slower, stymied as he is by inexperience and the thoughts whizzing around in his head. He pauses as he watches Gamora complete her crown, and when she leans over, he leans in, too, ducking his head a little to let her place the crown more easily.
He holds the plaited stems of his crown in one hand, adjusting Gamora's crown with the other, and he offers a small, tentative smile. ]
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He bites down on the inside of his cheek, sneaking small, wary glances at Gamora as she works. She looks— so at peace, and he wants that for her, he really does, but—
This isn't right. Is it?
His work on his own crown is a little slower, stymied as he is by inexperience and the thoughts whizzing around in his head. He pauses as he watches Gamora complete her crown, and when she leans over, he leans in, too, ducking his head a little to let her place the crown more easily.
He holds the plaited stems of his crown in one hand, adjusting Gamora's crown with the other, and he offers a small, tentative smile. ]
How's it look?