For the most part Yondu just has been letting friends come to him, not actively seeking them out as he's convinced he'll only find damage doing so. Some he won't let get closer. They seem too aggressive, too violent. They look at him and see battle scars and, fine, maybe a camrade. But it feels too dangerous to let them near his personal business.
Somehow Soldat didn't come off as that.
"Just tryin' to be encouragin' myself here. Don't know how well I'm doin'." He rubs the back of his head like it's itching, pulling a scrunched face as he does. "My brand of support is 'good job' an' 'get the hell back on your feet'."
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For the most part Yondu just has been letting friends come to him, not actively seeking them out as he's convinced he'll only find damage doing so. Some he won't let get closer. They seem too aggressive, too violent. They look at him and see battle scars and, fine, maybe a camrade. But it feels too dangerous to let them near his personal business.
Somehow Soldat didn't come off as that.
"Just tryin' to be encouragin' myself here. Don't know how well I'm doin'." He rubs the back of his head like it's itching, pulling a scrunched face as he does. "My brand of support is 'good job' an' 'get the hell back on your feet'."