[He figured this might happen, considering how awful he's been moving. His senses tingle when he staggers — someday he'll figure out how these stupid powers work — and rushes forward to catch him before he can face-plant the ground. He catches him with most of his back, because Peter Quill is way broader than him, but despite this he hefts Quill up on his back like he weighed as much as a feather.

It's not a very noble and graceful pose, slouched on a teenager's back like nothing.]

Okay, dude, you're going home before you lose some brain cells meeting a rock.

You can't even freaking walk right now. You're lucky you're not going to the hospital first.

[... You're not gonna thrash and resist a piggyback, are you?]