Next time did ring out as something hopeful and important and Quill wasn't going to forget it anytime soon. Sure, he wouldn't pressure her into a next time either, but he'd --he didn't know. Be ready for it when it happened next? Forever carry around his walkman like a sad puppy looking for a treat?
Okay, he already did that last thing constantly anyway so it didn't really matter.
"Because you're one of us," Peter answered immediately, no hesitation or ulterior motive even remotely near. "You're a Guardian, and you're family. And because I love you. Even if you're not the same." That was laying it on thick, but he wasn't lying. He couldn't help that he was a lot, it was just how he was.
He blinked then, slightly surprised. Because he hadn't really thought about finding a place to live, and probably would not have known where to start because finding a house was so outside the realms of something he'd ever had to do, that he'd have been at a complete loss. But there she was, offering help and a place that was close.
Sure, it wasn't a shared bedroom on a cramped little space ship called home, but it was something, and that meant plenty.