It was sad, there was clearly a lot of big things, big important things that she just hadn't lived. Quill had lost someone important to him and despite being there now, Gamora couldn't bring her back. It was walking a fine line, wanting to know, but not feeling prepared for the expectation to be someone else that might be thrust upon her.
For so long she'd focused on living a double life, on defeating Thanos and keeping her secrets and protecting herself. She'd been completely alone and it was hard enough letting her sister in again and that was someone she knew. But there was something about him.
That sounded like her though, adventures, maybe not always in the right, but somewhere in the grey. "What music?" Gamora asked, because that didn't sound like her, not that fun sounded much like her either but that she found easier to accept.
Quill choked on his drink and Gamora felt a little bad for him, maybe she should have come at that differently. But he said yes and she tilted her head to the side a little, not surprised but still not prepared. "With my permission?" Gamora said because it was best to clarify.