"Nah, that ain't exactly what I'm thinkin'. Well, I was thinkin' that you do what you need to to get by. But an' I just uh..."
He'd been thinking a lot about what he'd forgotten. About the voices of terrified men crying for his help, anguishing in their betrayal. About punching his own son in the gut as a performance to look hard enough for them both to possibly survive. About how this Yondu somehow just knew his parents were decent.
He wishes he could just switch out, let the other man have it.
"Don't worry about it," is what he ends up saying. "Just worry about straightenin' things out." And with that he shimmies out the door, not wanting to bug him any longer.
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He'd been thinking a lot about what he'd forgotten. About the voices of terrified men crying for his help, anguishing in their betrayal. About punching his own son in the gut as a performance to look hard enough for them both to possibly survive. About how this Yondu somehow just knew his parents were decent.
He wishes he could just switch out, let the other man have it.
"Don't worry about it," is what he ends up saying. "Just worry about straightenin' things out." And with that he shimmies out the door, not wanting to bug him any longer.