Alright. Umm.

[He struggles to think of somewhere. And more than that, he really needs to get his backpack off that tree he stuck it to; that can be along the way, and it's got all kinds of medical stuff in it because he's paranoid as heck. Alright. Special tree first, then he can hobble him somewhere that is not his room. But the community housing is not private, isn't really somewhere a guy can just chill out and stew in his grief and injuries. And Quill hates hospitals, so he can't do that.]

I have a place I'm moving into, um. It should be good enough for you to hang out at? I haven't moved in yet or anything, so there's just a mattress and some basic stuff it comes with, like a microwave and sink, and all that... If you wanna hang out there and rest for a few hours...

[Look at him, he's moving on up. Slowly.

Or maybe it was just getting hard to keep an identity and share a building with people he failed the shit out of, and now has a way to be an insomniac outside of people's watchful eyes. But like. Bucket list, man... He at least has to own his own place for a little bit if he does end up going back.]

... This could be a little faster and less painful of a trip if you let me carry you on my back. Just... saying...