He'd agreed to meet her not too far from their "house" (which he's lucky is still standing). But when she hadn't shown up, he'd gone looking. He'd found her, curled and struggling and hidden after way too long looking.
He'd been hoping that it'd work.
He's gotta be discrete about it and knows she's probably running on empty, so he takes her all the way back to the bar for now. To that back room where he has to resort to putting her down on an old couch that he now realizes was manufactured to look like it was there for ages. And it feels like it took a goddamn age to get there, considering he didn't have a vehicle that'd allow for one lucid person to transport one unconscious soul.
But eventually that's where she ends up. On some old couch in his dive bar, draped with a tablecloth like it's a blanket, with Yondu in the dark background trying to gather up some items for her.
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He'd been hoping that it'd work.
He's gotta be discrete about it and knows she's probably running on empty, so he takes her all the way back to the bar for now. To that back room where he has to resort to putting her down on an old couch that he now realizes was manufactured to look like it was there for ages. And it feels like it took a goddamn age to get there, considering he didn't have a vehicle that'd allow for one lucid person to transport one unconscious soul.
But eventually that's where she ends up. On some old couch in his dive bar, draped with a tablecloth like it's a blanket, with Yondu in the dark background trying to gather up some items for her.