"As much as a trip to some tropical island sounds great, I can't leave these guys." Peter said with a small laugh, referring to the rest of them on the ship. "They need someone to look after them." Quill never would have said that years ago. He would have immediately jumped aboard to sail off with Nikki, but he had this sense of responsibility now. "Yeah, you can become some political figure for the goverment... Or." His eyes met her's and he shrugged. "You can stick with us for a while. Explore the galaxy, kick some ass, get some money. Plus i'm sure Gamora would appreciate another girl on board. Her company is a giant tree, a talking racoon, a very literal man, and a dashing galactic outlaw." 

"You can think about it. Right now you need to rest. If you need food, or water, or anything else you can think of, you know where to find me." Peter put his hand on her arm gently, then after a second stood, and made his way out of the room for her to think about his proposal. As he walked out his shin hit something hard, and Peter kneeled over. "Ah what the hell-- Rocket!" Peter said grabbing his knee. Rocket was looking up at Quill, annoyed that he ran into him. "She awake?" Rocket asked. "I got her a gift." the thing Peter's shin made contact with was Rocket's gift. It was a sword, and luckily Peter hit the hilt. 

"Where did you get that?" Peter asked. Rocket shrugged. "I uh, bought it while at Nowhere. Thought our guest would like it." 

"You're not going in there, she's isn't ready to deal with you and very sharp weapons when she's dosed with drugs." Quill said firmly. "Wait a while, then you can see her." Peter said before he tried to make any argument. Peter was still a bit angry from his encounter with Zero, and Rocket could sense it, so he rolled his eyes and put the sword over his shoulder. "Fine." And with that, he walked back down the hall.

Peter rolled his eyes as well, and made his way towards his room. Inside were things he had since he was a kid. A backpack, a few baseball cards, action figures, and other small things he had in his backpack the night he left earth. He sat down on his bed, taking out his Walkman, and putting the headphones, and pressing play. He closed his eyes as one of the songs started to play, his anger going down, and his million thoughts all disappearing.