[ Peter heaves out a sigh at that. He’s not sure why he figured Gamora might have an answer, when it’s become all too clear neither of them know what they’re doing.
He keeps his face covered for a few seconds, trying to puzzle out his own feelings on the matter. It’s been uniquely— lonely, despite spending his company with others in the evening. Despite coming back to Gamora in their shared apartment. It’s weird, how apart from it all he felt, how distinctly separate, like some out of body experience where he was on the outside looking in. ]
I fucking hate this.
[ He mumbles it into his hands – but he wholeheartedly agrees with her, at least.
One hand dropping away, Peter pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to force away the headache blooming behind his eyes. ]
I don’t— I don’t know how to talk to you. [ Which is baffling and frustrating in and of itself, because Peter can talk to anyone. It’s one of his better skills. ]
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He keeps his face covered for a few seconds, trying to puzzle out his own feelings on the matter. It’s been uniquely— lonely, despite spending his company with others in the evening. Despite coming back to Gamora in their shared apartment. It’s weird, how apart from it all he felt, how distinctly separate, like some out of body experience where he was on the outside looking in. ]
I fucking hate this.
[ He mumbles it into his hands – but he wholeheartedly agrees with her, at least.
One hand dropping away, Peter pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to force away the headache blooming behind his eyes. ]
I don’t— I don’t know how to talk to you. [ Which is baffling and frustrating in and of itself, because Peter can talk to anyone. It’s one of his better skills. ]