Quill was old enough to know there was more to being okay than the physical, but if Peter didn't want to share than Quill would grant him that freedom.

"I know," He said, looking at his drink.

His mimosa seemed to be empty. He looked at the bar. Getting up now to make another one would be awkward. He sighed.

"The truth is, I should have ended it when she didn't want to shoot anything," He explained. "She wasn't ready, and it showed when she asked me not to kill the bird-bear thing."

Quill did the math and understood it had been a mother and a child. He didn't think it mattered.

"I hesitated and mistakes were made," He added. "It won't happen again."