The next morning is the absolute worst, and Gamora is already cursing herself for this. Somehow, she manages to forget that even her increased metabolism just isn’t used to Terran alcohol and she needs to be a bit more mindful of what she’s doing. As she pushes herself up in bed, one hand held to her head, she squints around - everything seems surprisingly quiet, no music playing through the ship, no noise to make her head hurt more than it already does, which means Peter’s not here. A slight relief - though it feels a little bittersweet.
The trip home comes back to her in bits and pieces as she pulls herself out of bed, the words she’d said, the words he’d said... Gamora can’t believe it, she can’t believe she let herself fall into this, admitting to things she couldn’t even make sense of and now she’s going to have to sit down and talk it all out and figure out what this means. She has to - now that she’s said these things to Peter, she can’t just pretend it didn’t happen.
Briefly, she remembers thinking the same thing the night before - he deserves better than that.
The unfortunately loud sound of the ship unlocking jolts Gamora out of her thoughts, a glass of water halfway to her lips as she turns to see Peter walking back inside. “I didn’t think you were one for being up bright and early.” She says, already nervous about the question she’s sure is coming.
