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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote in [community profile] alnifolia 2016-08-04 08:04 am (UTC)

[ When she moves in close, he goes rigid all over again, forcing down that instinct to react, to move, to keep her out of his space by any means necessary, and—

Well. That's been the problem all along, isn't it? Trying to keep Kasumi Goto, best thief in the galaxy, out. Even if he doesn't really want to. Even if it's her job to get into restricted, locked-down areas with concrete walls topped with electrified barbed wire. For twenty-six years, he built up those defenses. In one night with Donovan fucking Hock, a crack formed, and over the months that passed, that crack became a weakness.

He cares, of course. He's ready to repair that hole and block out the world again, but—

Twenty-six years. That's a long time to go without letting anyone in. ]


I... really don't know. [ He admits it with a quiet, bitter laugh. ] I just...

[ ...missed you.

He trails off again, grasping for words that won't come, before he sighs. ]


I don't know. [ A beat, then, ] It probably wouldn't surprise you to know I haven't had a clue what I've been doing all night.

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