[ And, fortunately for him, Gamora is ready to respond in a heartbeat. She closes the space between them, her arms wrapping around his waist to catch him before he hits the floor – though that also means she draws him up against her, putting them a hell of a lot closer than they have been all week. ]
You were saying, Quill?
[ It's definitely flat, disapproving as she steadies him. ]
no subject
You were saying, Quill?
[ It's definitely flat, disapproving as she steadies him. ]