He could have called sure, but it wasn't really a big deal. Peter was here, and that was something -- considering he mostly just lived at Gamora's now -- he and John were like... neighbor, neighbors now. Or Peter somehow just lived in two houses, luckily already side by side.
Anyway. Gamora was out at COFFEE. So they had some time.
"You don't need to be stabby to be dangerous," Peter protested even as he rummaged around the cabinets for some of that instant coffee that wasn't actually good so much as it was incredibly easy to make. But St. John had a point. He had brought a muffin, and Quill wasn't overly dangerous, particularly if he wasn't on a mission to be so. He was too good natured for that sort of thing. Too goofy.
How was he doing? Peter wasn't really sure. Some days he was fine. Others, he let himself think too much. But he'd seen bigger, badder things than just a creep ass monster in the woods -- even if it had been beyond terrifying. It hadn't killed half the population of the universe in one go, either. "Better than you look," he said after a beat.