Peter likes to think heās over what happened with his dad. He knows he never will be, not really, but heās doing better. Mostly recovered. Sure, he still gets that lump in his throat whenever he sees his walkman, and, sure, he still sometimes wakes up in a cold sweat dreaming about being crushed by a force impossibly stronger than him, but heās doing better.
After everything that happened on Earth, he was too caught up in trying to get Gamora back to be upset, anyway. He finds himself thinking about Ego less and less. Recently, heās even started drinking for fun again instead of using it to get his mind off things.
Thatās where he finds himself right now; a slightly higher-quality bar than normal, on a planet heās already forgotten the name of. Rocket and Groot went back to the ship to grab something, leaving him alone for a few minutes. He feels someone bump into him as they walk past. His usual nasty comment dies in his throat when he feelsā¦ something.
He doesnāt know why, but he knows them. Knows you. You feel almost familial to him, the same sort of instinctual recognition he felt when he first saw Ego. That sobers him up pretty quickly. He immediately turns to look at you, pushing past people to follow them out of the bar.
āHey-! Hey, wait!ā he shouts after you, running to catch up. A flash of bright, brownish-gold eyes fills his vision as you glance back at him. Familiar. Too familiar. You could be one of Egoāsā¦ No, thatās impossible. Isnāt it?
He canāt dwell on it long, youāre already running.