Gamora | Peter
Peter took the jacket back, smiling in a way that was soft instead of snarky and sarcastic, or a false show of bravado. "Yeah," he agreed. "I am too. Thanks. For coming."
And if this was a real date, now would be the time where Quill moved in for a kiss, or hoped beyond hope that he'd get invited in for a drink or coffee or whatever. But this was a date with Gamora, so he figured slower was better. The first time he'd tried kissing her, his Gamora hadn't appreciated him or his pelvic sorcery. And the first time he'd tried getting close to this Gamora, his balls hadn't appreciated his efforts.
It was fine. They had time.
"See you later," he said, taking a step backward toward his own house. "I'll stop in for coffee."