( She pauses in her writing, quirking up a brow. Not that big of a bag, and yet the things he had brought for himself... ahh, Caesar. She raps her pen lightly against his head, which doesn't do much, given the sheer ongoing volume of hair he has. )

I love you trying to play it off. Is it ever going to be easy for you to say what something means to you?

( She suspects not. From how he handles the rest of anything, from being wrong, to being uncertain, to being scared, she knows it's not his way. She can still tease over it. It's kind of easier, teasing, because it can be close to admitting things herself without needing to spell out that she does understand some of his peculiarities.

Or thinks she does. )

Ah, so this is really about Gamora, I see how it is! Though she'd be fine with all the pirate death. She's pretty much too fine with all kinds of death.

( Collette knows it's something trained deep into her friend. Why she calls her a friend knowing that... well. Gamora has mattered. And Gamora isn't stark raving murderous, somehow. She resumes writing, slow and steady, wanting to make sure her looping letters in their largeness fit in the small space as best as she can make them. )

You should look it up on your tablet's dictionary, then you can be fully sure one way or the other!