[ He offers a hum of acknowledgment. He'd seen the posts, skimmed the confused responses. But it's not like there's just— a magical cure for forgetting. It's not like someone is just going to find some miracle cure they can make into a smoothie to fix everyone's memory problems.
He studies her for a long moment, as close to an impassive mask on his face as he can manage. It's not quite as well put-together as Gamora's, because frustration and uncertainty still stand out in his eyes, but in any other instance, it might be passable. ]
Listen.
[ Slowly, reluctantly. He cuts himself off, gaze flitting off to one side before he forces himself to watch her again. ]
Listen. I'm gonna ask you something. And I want you to tell me the truth. Okay?
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He studies her for a long moment, as close to an impassive mask on his face as he can manage. It's not quite as well put-together as Gamora's, because frustration and uncertainty still stand out in his eyes, but in any other instance, it might be passable. ]
Listen.
[ Slowly, reluctantly. He cuts himself off, gaze flitting off to one side before he forces himself to watch her again. ]
Listen. I'm gonna ask you something. And I want you to tell me the truth. Okay?