[She can both hear and feel that breath that escapes him, his chest moving beneath her hand and the warmth of it across her skin. The embrace is a welcome one and she loses herself within it, not caring if they stay like this for an eternity, aware that every second is a boon. Falling, falling, falling, knowing that there was no one to- She does swallow thickly as he nuzzles, fingers curling in to grasp at his shirt, as if that would keep her anchored in the here and now.
There is a mild protest, and for a moment she braces, not wanting him to move, before yielding with his words. That's not exactly her strong suit, relying on others, although it's also not something that Thanos nurtured. Just the opposite. It's only with meeting Peter that she's come to take those baby steps, and while the words to start to arise that she is alright, she holds off. Let's them go into nothingness.
Not that she doesn't feel a little foolish as she settles down, usually one who needs to not be idle. Gamora can kick off her own boots, but it is the expression on Peter's face that holds her back as well. Her own shifts into something deeper, knowing how hard he must have taken the news of her death. Could she have spared him that pain... Her fingers brush reverently across his cheek as she switches to the next boot. He is still her Peter.]
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There is a mild protest, and for a moment she braces, not wanting him to move, before yielding with his words. That's not exactly her strong suit, relying on others, although it's also not something that Thanos nurtured. Just the opposite. It's only with meeting Peter that she's come to take those baby steps, and while the words to start to arise that she is alright, she holds off. Let's them go into nothingness.
Not that she doesn't feel a little foolish as she settles down, usually one who needs to not be idle. Gamora can kick off her own boots, but it is the expression on Peter's face that holds her back as well. Her own shifts into something deeper, knowing how hard he must have taken the news of her death. Could she have spared him that pain... Her fingers brush reverently across his cheek as she switches to the next boot. He is still her Peter.]