[ Alec's gaze flicks from the Kree to Peter, and he has to take some mighty leaps in logic to figure out just what Peter means. ]

You ever think I'm not the only person at this party who remembers your face, asshole?

[ He's ready to argue further, but Peter hits the floor with a wet-sounding thwap, and Alec starts. That sense of distress coils in his chest again, gnawing, gnashing. ]

Quill?

[ He nudges Peter with a foot, though that doesn't seem to do much. He crouches, hands on the other man's shoulders as he rolls Peter onto his back. ]

Hey. Hey! Don't fucking pass out on me. I'm not carrying your sorry ass back to the ship!