[ He lifts up the yellow lantern next, his thumb smoothing over the lyrics he had painted on earlier. (“Without a song or a dance, what are we?” It’s sappy as hell, but it was appropriate as hell, too, and maybe he should have asked Gamora to help him with this, but—
... No, he can do this. He’s a big boy. He doesn’t need to run to Gamora for every little thing. ]
I’m sorry if, uh. I’m disturbing your vigil, or anything.
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[ He lifts up the yellow lantern next, his thumb smoothing over the lyrics he had painted on earlier. (“Without a song or a dance, what are we?” It’s sappy as hell, but it was appropriate as hell, too, and maybe he should have asked Gamora to help him with this, but—
... No, he can do this. He’s a big boy. He doesn’t need to run to Gamora for every little thing. ]
I’m sorry if, uh. I’m disturbing your vigil, or anything.