[ She's about to repeat herself when Peter doesn't surrender, but his hand touches her face and cuts her short.
The fight leaves her in a rush, and Gamora's eyes drop to the floor, her grip on his shirt weakening. She doesn't shove him away, though, doesn't try to force separation and step back to compose herself; instead, she leans forward until her forehead touches his shoulder. ]
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[ She's about to repeat herself when Peter doesn't surrender, but his hand touches her face and cuts her short.
The fight leaves her in a rush, and Gamora's eyes drop to the floor, her grip on his shirt weakening. She doesn't shove him away, though, doesn't try to force separation and step back to compose herself; instead, she leans forward until her forehead touches his shoulder. ]
We can return to the apartment.
[ Softer now. ]