[ Peter had been trapped in a sex island for almost a year. He missed his team, his family, like a lost limb. He made new friends here and lately, he also lost a bunch of them. It's harder every day to pretend he's a functional adult that has his shit together. He really wasn't playing on dumping all his misery and frustration on T'Challa, it just kind of happened. Once he gets his bearings, he will apologize, leave the ship to find a shirt, and avoid the other man forever. ]

Mistook? Did he grab you thinking you were me then? He knew my name already when he first came for me, in my world. And as handsome as we both are, we look nothing alike.

[ The one they never returned for.Wow, that's not comforting to hear in the slightest, and Peter wines at the casualness. ]

So he left me on Earth, uh? I guess that I was that disposable. Good for Yondu. Sounds like that turned out to be for the better for everyone.

[ He can't quite stop the bitterness in his voice. When he was little and the Ravagers had kidnapped him, all he wanted was to go back to Earth, to a familiar place without scary aliens that threatened to eat him at every turn. Turns out he got his wish in T'Challa's world, and yet, Peter couldn't find it in him to find hapiness in that fact. ]