[ He shoots her a flat, unimpressed look – obviously that wasn't the effusive praise he was looking for, and he sighs before giving an insincere smile. ]
Thanks, Gamora.
[ When she presses in against him, Peter pauses, looking at her a little startled. For a dream, this is hitting pretty close to home, he thinks. It feels real – or at least, the weight of her against him does. He slowly takes the flower from her, carefully filling in the gaps, trying to weave in the stems without disturbing the existing braid too much.
Once he's incorporated flowers into the larger gaps, he holds the crown up for Gamora's inspection. ]
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Thanks, Gamora.
[ When she presses in against him, Peter pauses, looking at her a little startled. For a dream, this is hitting pretty close to home, he thinks. It feels real – or at least, the weight of her against him does. He slowly takes the flower from her, carefully filling in the gaps, trying to weave in the stems without disturbing the existing braid too much.
Once he's incorporated flowers into the larger gaps, he holds the crown up for Gamora's inspection. ]
Better?