[ The comment draws a soft, reluctant laugh from him, something almost pained even if he tries to keep it light. ]
I'd appreciate that, yeah.
[ And his voice is on the wrong side of tight as he shifts, his arm tightening around her as he screws his eyes shut, all but burying his face in her hair.
It still hurts, even if he doesn't want to admit it. Those days still play in a loop in his mind, and he keeps thinking of how much he had failed Gamora, over and over again. It all aches like a festering wound, but he should be healing, shouldn't he? He should be over it, he tells himself. They're all fine, they're all alive, and things can get back to normal. So why can't he just forget?
He takes a shuddering breath. ]
What would you wanna do in Missouri?
[ Because he desperately needs the subject change. ]
no subject
I'd appreciate that, yeah.
[ And his voice is on the wrong side of tight as he shifts, his arm tightening around her as he screws his eyes shut, all but burying his face in her hair.
It still hurts, even if he doesn't want to admit it. Those days still play in a loop in his mind, and he keeps thinking of how much he had failed Gamora, over and over again. It all aches like a festering wound, but he should be healing, shouldn't he? He should be over it, he tells himself. They're all fine, they're all alive, and things can get back to normal. So why can't he just forget?
He takes a shuddering breath. ]
What would you wanna do in Missouri?
[ Because he desperately needs the subject change. ]