Soldat looks up in surprise at Yondu coming back in earlier than anticipated. They'd grown tired of wandering and holed up in their room again, this time with extra blankets and music playing on the table instead of in headphones. The fireworks at least seem to have stopped for now.

"Yondu--" They swallow the immediate desire to ask if he's okay, because it definitely looks like he's not okay. They unwind from their little nest of blankets by the fireplace and creep over. Not getting up, just kind of scooting over to the bed, because getting up to walk three steps is inefficient, and they're more comfortable staying below Yondu's level when he's-- crying. Shit. "Jesus. I. No, I won't tell anybody. Hell, why would I."