They shift uncomfortably. It paints a prettier picture than they think it really should, as if Yondu thinks this is somehow healthy. "Yondu. I don't really think it's that deep. My brain's just cracked. And it picks up more cracks each time it gets hurt again. Because that's the only way it knows how to deal, at this point." They shake their head a little bit. "It's not. Easy. To be like this. We make it work, mostly. But only because we do work at it. And we don't really remember any other way to be. I wouldn't want anyone else to have to be like I am. Honestly. It ain't worth it."

(Make me think you don't like us, pal. I do. You know I do, and I don't want you gone. I just. I know it's not how brains are really supposed to work, you know? No. Yeah, I know. It's okay.) James just listens, quiet for once. Maybe they haven't properly explained to him yet. Maybe this will help.