[ He offers only a bare nod, reluctant to dislodge her hand from where it rests against his cheek—
But that’s dumb, because he recognizes that moving from one room to the other will kind of necessitate the two of them, like. Separating. Which sucks, because he can’t shake this weird feeling that he hasn’t been in a room with Gamora in forever.
He steels himself, though, gaze flicking to the doorway. ]
Kitchen, then?
[ Which is his low-key way of asking her for help, because he may or may not fall flat on his face if he tries to get there under his own power. ]
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But that’s dumb, because he recognizes that moving from one room to the other will kind of necessitate the two of them, like. Separating. Which sucks, because he can’t shake this weird feeling that he hasn’t been in a room with Gamora in forever.
He steels himself, though, gaze flicking to the doorway. ]
Kitchen, then?
[ Which is his low-key way of asking her for help, because he may or may not fall flat on his face if he tries to get there under his own power. ]