Nebula | Quill
They'd never quite gotten along, him and Nebula. Oh sure, he thought they probably would have given enough time, but they hadn't yet, not with the time they had had. So it meant a lot, really, to have her approval, for her to think that maybe he could be good in a way he'd never really thought about. So it was easy to reassure Nebula the same way she'd just reassured him. "You will be."
It was different, they both knew it. And it wouldn't be fair to anyone to ever think anything beside that. But that didn't mean it was impossible. Jesus, Quill hoped it wasn't impossible. "You've got time. To figure things out again. Might be easier too. Less explosions anyway." Peter'd never quite minded explosions, personally.
When she brought up Gamora's death - the moment that it'd sort of felt like everything had been lost - Peter looked away, took a sort of pointed bite out of his twizzler. "Yeah. In a way, we got lucky."