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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2018-07-25 07:53 am (UTC)

Makin' sure.

[ But she has a fair point.

Plus, the last time he tried to touch her in a way she didn't like, she nearly slit his throat open, so. So there's certainly a precedent, here.

When she settles, he tentatively lowers his arm around her, readjusting the blanket to cover them both. He tries to keep as still as possible, holding himself a little more rigidly than he had before to maintain some semblance of propriety (rich, really, coming from Peter "Pelvic Sorcerer" Quill), but keeping still is a tall order with the way his entire body shakes.

And it's weird how the slow change in temperature, in atmosphere, makes him acutely aware of how fucked he feels. His limbs are stiff and heavy, joints aching with cold. Even his face stings a little, and that has to be the unfairest thing of all. Fatigue weighs him down, makes his eyes sting with exhaustion. Sleeping sounds really goddamn good right now, but is that bad? Or is it okay with a spotter?

Peter really should have focused more during survival training. Really, really. ]


You okay?

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