[ Gamora lets him cling to her hand (because that's what it feels like now), and she closes the distance again, her other hand sliding behind Peter's neck to tug him down, to press their foreheads together. ]
I know.
[ And she accepts the reality that there's no avoiding Peter's worry – not in this situation. ]
no subject
I know.
[ And she accepts the reality that there's no avoiding Peter's worry – not in this situation. ]
You won't have any reason to when this is done.