“For every step forward, Donnelly and I are taking a giant leap back into a dumpster fire,” I tell Ripley. “You know Gamora and Star-Lord had an easier romance. And they’re different species!” I fall further back against the couch cushion. “Wow,” Ripley says to me like I’m going through a whole lot. I let out a breath. “I appreciate the concern,” I say softly into a nod.
