Fffiiiine, fine. Gotta re-stock on my first aid kit, so I don't wanna fall face-first on nothin' anyways. [He crawls back down from the wall, and then immediately staggers and has to put his hand on the wall again. So, you know. Crisis averted.] You can go t'sleep on the bed if you want, I can take my awesome couch.

[He even shoos him as he staggers off into the bathroom. Then closes the door for privacy! You know. It's important. And yet he feels the need to talk to Quill through the door:]

You prob'ly did all kindsa' dumb stuff drunk. I bet. Totally.