Gamora | Peter
Well, Peter was always glad to see Gamora in one way or another. Because he loved her. With the entire whole of himself. He loved her in ways that he'd never loved anyone before, and never would again if she was gone. Which was why, in this instance, he didn't want her here.
But her touch was gentle even while being firm and the way she brushed her thumb over his lip had him sighing out in something that felt a little like relief. "Gamora," he repeated and it was like a quiet prayer that might still carry in the too silent woods.
No, he didn't think places like these were common on Earth, but if Quill had to take time to seriously consider it, it was possible they weren't really on Earth at all. It didn't matter. He didn't bother answering. He only circled shaky fingers around her wrist for a moment. "Do you know the way out?"