Peter wasn't expecting her lips on his skin, but it felt more than fantastic. It was as if a layer of ice was melting away from him. He didn't like the answer she gave him. He wanted to know what they did to her, and his friends. They don't deserve torture because of his heritage and mistakes... Man, that was completely out of his character. He pulled back from her to look at her face, hesitantly putting a hand on her cheek. He didn't know if these feelings she was showing was just to cheer him up, or they were just in the moment. He looked at her wounds, the cuts on her perfectly soft skin. He thought about his mother describing his father. An angel. He was very far from it. Nikki though... He looked at her brown eyes, as if seeing them for the first time. Sympathy, fear, acceptance, affection... Peter shook his head with a smile.

"You can't leave. You owe the mighty Star-Lord way too much to just leave..." Peter said jokingly, his thumb gently rubbing her cheek bone. He did't know if she meant leaving his room, or the ship... He felt like that response answered both of those. "And you're in no shape for walking and running about..."