“Peter, that’s not really the question. I always want you to stay. Even when you piss me off and I am considering punching you in your perfect face, I want you to stay. I’m just not used to feeling so unsure and clingy about it.” Gamora pushed her hair off her face. She decided she hated everything about what her dying did to both of them.
“We’ll be okay if you have work to do. I’ll hang with Groot so he can play and we’ll meet you at home in a little bit.”
"Unsure or clingy isn't the problem," Peter was exasperated, frustrated and now wanted to give Gamora the fight she'd seemed to be looking for.
"Jerking me around and asking me to play 'what's my bitch' is the problem." He set his jaw and said, "You know where to find me when you decide to tell me what the fuck is going on." Peter managed to walk off, despite the proverbial stick up his ass.
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“We’ll be okay if you have work to do. I’ll hang with Groot so he can play and we’ll meet you at home in a little bit.”
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"Jerking me around and asking me to play 'what's my bitch' is the problem." He set his jaw and said, "You know where to find me when you decide to tell me what the fuck is going on." Peter managed to walk off, despite the proverbial stick up his ass.