( OPEN ) Peter Q

[aromantically]

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[aromantically]

"I thought you'd say that. We just have to be quiet, okay? If we wake up Groot and Rocket things are gonna get real dumb."

His eyes widen a little, but then he's waving her on to the cargo hold.

"This is where we keep all our... stuff," he whispers, leaning in a little. "Any questions?"

[amongfriends]

Gamora follows after him, mysteriously silent as always despite the boots. She scans the cargo with a soft frown. She definitely has questions. "Is it just your stuff?" Gamora whispers back. It's a vague question so she's quick to skip to the point. "How does your team survive?"

[aromantically]

"What...?" He doesn't understand the question, and the follow-up does little to clarify. "By workin' together. Lookin' out for each other. Like a family." It's the only way he knows how to answer, and despite his confused expression it comes out hopelessly earnest as a result.

[amongfriends]

It is so hopelessly earnest that Gamora is stunned speechless for a second. She finds herself a little jealous of Nebula too. It must be nice to be looked after. Their siblings were always trying to kill them. Nebula and Gamora barely treated each other much better.

She shakes it off as quick as she can. That hard exterior slides right back into place. "I meant units. How do we support this ship?" She does her best to sound cool and distant. Conceal, don't feel, baby!!

[aromantically]

"Ohhhh right." That makes more sense and he flashes her a dumb smile as he leads her out of the cargo hold and back into the ship at large. "Well, we're guardians now so we try to stay on the up an' up. It doesn't always pay so good bein' good guys, but we make it work."