Gamora | Peter
"Okay, so you don't get cold," he said with a huff even as he handed over his jacket. "You can always be more comfortable though, that's definitely a thing." Because, yeah, now that she'd asked he wanted to do it. He wanted to see it.
He understood, generally, how romantic a gesture it was. He knew that dates started with movies and dinner and they were the best sorts to go on, even if he'd never been old enough on Earth to do it himself. And then he'd never really lived the kind of lifestyle where he'd really tried giving it a go in space either. There wasn't a whole lot of time for consecutive dating whilst being a Legendary Outlaw, after all, even if there'd been plenty of time for random hookups.
And then there'd been Gamora, and things just fell into place. They hadn't needed to go out and do stuff. Maybe because you moved past that sort of thing when you saved the universe together and then raised a little idiot tree sapling as a family child.
But she looked great in his coat, kind of cute and sexy all in one go, and he smiled a little idiotically in response to the half executed wave. "Hi. Er. Sure. No problem."