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His shoulder bumps up against her, incessant in his excitement, as she squeezes herself into frame. He feels warm against her, the Nova Force a familiar heat that she pretends brings her no comfort.
"This is ridiculous, Richard-human", she grumbles.
He grins right back at her. Those big brown eyes won't stop raking over her, taking in her older costume with awe. "No, it's not! Y'know how many Polaroid cameras there are out here? Zero!"
She points at the device held in his hand. "There's clearly at least one."
"Only 'cause Cosmo likes me", he laughs.
She hasn't heard that in a while, so she pushes back most of her complaints, lodging them in the back of her throat for a more suitable occasion.
The fishnets feel a little tight around her, the costume not accounting for any additional muscle mass she'd built during the war, but considering her other one is a charred husk she'd chucked away...
'Sides, Richard likes it, even if he's too polite to say so. He doesn't need to use his words; she'd known that expression anywhere.
"Okay, one more?" He asks. "With a smile this time?"
She shakes her head. "You ask too much of me, Richard."
He's so warm against her, something solid and sure for her to lean on. His visits to Knowhere are few and far between, both of them too caught up in a galaxy that's constantly in peril, but she cherishes them when they arrive.
"Just one?" He begs. "Promise, we're done after that."
A small, tiny one tugs at the corners of her mouth, and he jumps on it, that ridiculous grin stuck in place as an arm goes behind her back. If it was Quill or Pip, she'd assume he's making an obscene gesture, but it's Richard...
She's never been a picture person. Most she gets is mugshots, not her bo-- whatever Richard is-- taking small snapshots of her, hoarding them like they're the most precious thing in the galaxy.
He's often like that, when it comes to her. Treating every moment like it's an uncovered treasure.
"On three!" He says. "One, two, thr--"
Gamora smiles. Just once. Just for him.
It's tucked into a picture frame, blocking out the face of Angelica Jones. She tugs it through, gently at first, then hard enough to tear until it's free in her fingers.
The two of them. Knowhere. Years and years ago, so long ago she'd thought these little mementos would be lost.
But no; they've just been here, hidden among his other prized possessions. Every little thing that has mattered to Richard throughout his life is packed into one room, and--
It includes her. It includes them.