He held out the headphones and Gamora looked at them for a moment before figuring out that he'd been wearing them around his neck so they probably needed to fit over her ears. She carefully brought them down, the sound filling her head. It wasn't what she was expecting and she listened, watching the glasses in front of them. His music wasn't like anything she'd heard before and she found after a moment she was swaying slowly, in time with the beat of it.
It gave her time to be quiet, to think about how they'd actually shared a bed, a room. Gamora found it utterly unbelievable and it sounded like a lie and yet Nebula had told her about them, about that they'd been close.
She glanced up at him, feeling him watching her and okay, maybe Quill was nice to look at.