[ Gamora's lips twist, her expression somewhat flat. ]

I was the one who suggested we go out. You chose the preferable option, so I'm not bothered.

[ This isn't some loud club or bar where she can barely pick out Peter over the music; maybe that's worse, because it means the silence leaves room for cluttered thoughts, but—

There's no smothering their darker reality with alcohol and loud beats here. That's for the better. ]

You have no need to apologize for struggling.

[ She glances to a bush of bright red flowers, pausing to admire the layered petals – a Terran rose, though she doesn't recognize it for herself. ]

Being this way is honest.