[ That seems a good sign, he thinks, or as good a sign as any as he's likely to get, and he nods in return, reluctantly pulling away from her.
He collects up Groot, who murmurs a vague, indistinct protest before conking right out again sleeping against Peter's good shoulder. Peter scoops up his jacket from where it was bundled on the floor, draping it over the crook of the arm he's using to hold up Groot. Too much effort to put it back on, apparently.
He waits for Gamora to follow after, as he's leaving the room, and once she's beside him, he takes her hand in his, squeezing her fingers gently. ]
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He collects up Groot, who murmurs a vague, indistinct protest before conking right out again sleeping against Peter's good shoulder. Peter scoops up his jacket from where it was bundled on the floor, draping it over the crook of the arm he's using to hold up Groot. Too much effort to put it back on, apparently.
He waits for Gamora to follow after, as he's leaving the room, and once she's beside him, he takes her hand in his, squeezing her fingers gently. ]