Star-Lord had been lusting after Gamora's body for more than a day or two. Everyone knew it, even someone as slow-witted as Drax had noticed.
Drax merely felt a little sympathy for Star-Lord, because he could only settle for spending the rest of his life with a woman who danced. His own wife, on the other hand, was the finest woman in the universe—she heard passionate music yet did not move at all, as calm as a corpse. To Drax, could there be anything more perfect?
The answer: no. There could not possibly be!
Star-Lord was not stupid. He could sense Gamora's reservations, so he only dared to test the waters carefully from the edges, terrified that one wrong move would leave them unable even to remain teammates.
As for what Gamora was worried about...
It was nothing more than Thanos.
As the last survivor of her race, when Gamora let her thoughts run wild, she could not help wondering whether she was the Zehoberei's harbinger of disaster. Otherwise, why was she the only one left, living alone in this world?
She feared bringing that misfortune to Star-Lord and the others.
That meant she cared.
The more she cared, the more afraid she became.
In truth, Thanos would find her someday. Compared to Thanos, Star-Lord and the others were far too weak. Star-Lord's group might always be unreliable, even dropping the ball at critical moments, but they would never stand by and watch Thanos take Gamora away.
More precisely, Thanos would not even need to act himself. He had plenty of subordinates capable of doing it with ease.
In short, give a screenwriter a pen and they could absolutely write a melodramatic 120-episode series out of this. Give it to a shameless author, and padding it out for one or