[ Those words, that tone, give him pause, and he finally drags up his gaze to look at her. His smile isn't much of one, once it creeps onto his face; it's small and tight-lipped, but it's also soft and relieved. Those little invitations she keeps offering him – he doesn't know where they're going to lead, exactly, but he's content to follow them without pushing.
Most of his life has been spent just going where it leads him, after all. Why wouldn't he just try more of the same, here? ]
I'll have to take you up on that.
[ He falls quiet a few more seconds as they walk the paths, as they glance over the alien flowers. Some of the plants are vaguely familiar, but it's the sort of vaguely familiar where Peter's not sure if they're some half-remembered breeds from his childhood on Earth, or plants he saw out in the galaxy and never bothered to examine.
They're pretty, though. Well-maintained. Peter's not much of a garden-stroll sort of guy, most of the time, but it's nice with Gamora.
At length he gives her a gentle nudge with his shoulder. ]
The offer I gave still stands, you know. [ Softly, earnestly. ] If you need to talk...
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Most of his life has been spent just going where it leads him, after all. Why wouldn't he just try more of the same, here? ]
I'll have to take you up on that.
[ He falls quiet a few more seconds as they walk the paths, as they glance over the alien flowers. Some of the plants are vaguely familiar, but it's the sort of vaguely familiar where Peter's not sure if they're some half-remembered breeds from his childhood on Earth, or plants he saw out in the galaxy and never bothered to examine.
They're pretty, though. Well-maintained. Peter's not much of a garden-stroll sort of guy, most of the time, but it's nice with Gamora.
At length he gives her a gentle nudge with his shoulder. ]
The offer I gave still stands, you know. [ Softly, earnestly. ] If you need to talk...