[Peter wouldn't really know what that's like, since three out of three of his dead loved ones all went in the blink of an eye. But that's rough, buddy. Or that's what he'd think if he had an inkling of why someone like Peter Quill would sound absolutely against the idea of getting stuck in a hospital.]
Oh, cool! I'm on the second floor. One sec.
[And where a totally normal and well-adjusted highschool kid would just go up the elevator or something, soon there's a teenager with wind-swept hair peering through the window at Peter Quill, rapping on the glass to say hello before sliding it open and crawling in on the ceiling once he knows there's nobody else here.
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Oh, cool! I'm on the second floor. One sec.
[And where a totally normal and well-adjusted highschool kid would just go up the elevator or something, soon there's a teenager with wind-swept hair peering through the window at Peter Quill, rapping on the glass to say hello before sliding it open and crawling in on the ceiling once he knows there's nobody else here.
And yes, he's got the jacket on.]
'Sup.