[ Gamora is still biting back her initial ache to tell him to stay – but she also assumes that the reason he suggested it was because he doesn't want to be in the apartment to begin with. It's not like it holds sentimental value to him now, something just as foreign as wherever he may find instead, but at least wherever else he may go won't have the addition of this, of her, of that big, terrifying thing that so clearly sends him into a panic.

... All the same, that sharpness in her chest hates the idea of waking to that empty bed all over again.

It looks like she'll have to get used to it. ]

There are many vacancies in this building or I'm sure there's temporary accommodations you could find.

[ Or he could charm his way into wherever he liked, she's sure. ]

You have a job with the Perimeter Guard you may wish to continue.

[ She's forcing that evenness back into place, trying to recover from that slip in her composure – though she can't seem to will the tension out of her shoulders or to release the white-knuckled grip of her fists in her lap. ]