"I'll text ya when I decide." Which is oddly easy for him to say. Before texting someone would sound a little odd coming out of him. But the familiarity of this place has sunk into his head a little. Speaking of which, he stops at the door.

"Y'know... I get it. James ain't attached to none of the trouble you had before. Sometimes I wish I could keep the Yondu what I been here. But my brain ain't that kind about it."

The manufactured Yondu of this world is gone. What he has now is just the same sadsack bitter bastard he's always had to live with. "I hate to put it like this, but maybe James is the one best to face what scares ya." The chair. The words. All of it.