[ God, he hates seeing her cry, and he wishes he could do anything to stop it, to wipe away her tears, but it's hard enough staying conscious.
(He doesn't want to leave her alone, in the end. If they have to go, he wants them to be together, but it's getting so hard to stay awake.)
And he recognizes the song as she sings it, because of course he would, and as grief-stricken as it is, he thinks her voice is still the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. And he thinks of their first almost-kiss on the Milano, and their first awkward date and first real kiss on Xandar, and all the firsts they shared together since then.
And try as he might not to, he thinks about everything they haven't done yet, all the places he wanted to show her. And strangely, he wishes she had met Yondu, because as much tension as there was between himself and the man, Yondu was as close to a dad as he'd ever had. And he thinks Yondu would like her, in a begrudging sort of way.
He wishes they could've gone back to Terra, looked for Peter's family. He wonders if Grandpa's still alive, and he wonders, not for the first time (but it seems to be the last) if they looked for him, and he wonders what they must think happened to him. He's sorry he couldn't go back to set it straight, kept putting it off out of fear, and now it's too late. He's sorry he couldn't introduce Maya to the Quill family, sorry that he couldn't make her a Quill officially.
(Peter's not a traditional man in any sense of the word, and if someone had asked him the day he found the Infinity Stone if he ever thought things like "steady relationships" or "marriage" were a possibility for him, he would've probably laughed in their face and stolen their wallet. But it makes sense to him now, he thinks. Because Maya is the only one for him.)
He wishes for a lot of things right now. Wishes they weren't on a crashing ship, wishes that Maya wasn't here, or at least wishes he had it in him to pull a plan out of his ass to get Maya to safety, but he's spent, he's tired, and it's hard enough to keep his eyes open. He can feel his head tipping forward, even with Maya's forehead against his, and he thinks he's fighting a losing battle.
And he thinks he's crying now. At least, he thinks he feels something wet falling down his face, and it would logically follow. ]
Wish Mom could've met you. [ It's barely a murmur. ] She would've... loved you...
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(He doesn't want to leave her alone, in the end. If they have to go, he wants them to be together, but it's getting so hard to stay awake.)
And he recognizes the song as she sings it, because of course he would, and as grief-stricken as it is, he thinks her voice is still the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. And he thinks of their first almost-kiss on the Milano, and their first awkward date and first real kiss on Xandar, and all the firsts they shared together since then.
And try as he might not to, he thinks about everything they haven't done yet, all the places he wanted to show her. And strangely, he wishes she had met Yondu, because as much tension as there was between himself and the man, Yondu was as close to a dad as he'd ever had. And he thinks Yondu would like her, in a begrudging sort of way.
He wishes they could've gone back to Terra, looked for Peter's family. He wonders if Grandpa's still alive, and he wonders, not for the first time (but it seems to be the last) if they looked for him, and he wonders what they must think happened to him. He's sorry he couldn't go back to set it straight, kept putting it off out of fear, and now it's too late. He's sorry he couldn't introduce Maya to the Quill family, sorry that he couldn't make her a Quill officially.
(Peter's not a traditional man in any sense of the word, and if someone had asked him the day he found the Infinity Stone if he ever thought things like "steady relationships" or "marriage" were a possibility for him, he would've probably laughed in their face and stolen their wallet. But it makes sense to him now, he thinks. Because Maya is the only one for him.)
He wishes for a lot of things right now. Wishes they weren't on a crashing ship, wishes that Maya wasn't here, or at least wishes he had it in him to pull a plan out of his ass to get Maya to safety, but he's spent, he's tired, and it's hard enough to keep his eyes open. He can feel his head tipping forward, even with Maya's forehead against his, and he thinks he's fighting a losing battle.
And he thinks he's crying now. At least, he thinks he feels something wet falling down his face, and it would logically follow. ]
Wish Mom could've met you. [ It's barely a murmur. ] She would've... loved you...