Gamora | Peter
Peter wasn't sure there was any kind of appropriate for movies and blankets when it came to dress, but he certainly wasn't going to point that out. Because -- because it meant that Gamora had made an effort. That she cared, and that she was maybe a little nervous. Just a lot of stuff really.
He smiled anyway, a little lopsided but one hundred percent honest. Because this was great on about a billion different levels and Quill -- he was sure the universe didn't owe him squat at this point, but it was pulling through anyway. Not many people got second chances, let alone thirds.
"Yeah?" He asked, picking up the beers and handing one over to her. "Me too. A lot, actually." It was pressure for him too, the idea of doing the same thing over again, of trying to remember what he'd said and done the last time in order to get her to smile or laugh or -- well, anything else they used to do together. It'd feel wrong, like he was trying to reenact a memory instead of trying to be in the present.