He wasn't going to forget, and he wasn't going to change his mind or opinion. Even if she wasn't here, he wouldn't have. She was it, really. Maybe even if he could never have her again. His Gamora had been --
There wouldn't be anyone else.
"Cool," he said of the tour, and then glanced over at the houses in question. It was weird, all the cute little places all lined up in a row, like they were just waiting for people to come fill them up. If he hadn't had other things on his mind, he might have thought it unsettling.
He glanced at Stark's house, chewed his bottom lip. "Good," he said of the man being alive. "I only knew him a little, but he was a good dude." That funeral he'd attended had been pretty bleak. He'd avoid any of that in the future.
"Well," he said after a beat. "Unless you have any more questions, I'm probably gonna turn in."