"If I wanted more out of ya, I woulda told you that, too. I ain't secret with ya. I wouldn't have given you the yaka if I wasn't set on keepin' you around."

He frowns at his hands, a little pissy, not at Tobirama but at himself. A little grumpy, because it's hard. He hadn't even let himself entertain the idea of more until that one conversation, and then he did. Obviously he shouldn't have, because he had known better. And now he's just a little bit embarrassed. He genuinely had meant it only in an 'I enjoy your company' way. But maybe Tobirama was right enough for Yondu to have that hard barrier defined for him, just because his mind had dared to wander a couple of times.

Even if it wasn't to anything particularly extreme. Just about how he was pretty, the way that a marble sculpture is pretty. Look but don't touch. He needs to learn not to look, but he's trained himself on it before. He can do it again.

He thinks about being honest about the 'deal' he'd made here, but it would be pointless. "Alright, well... I'll give ya your space. Just wanted to apologize for earlier an' let you know what type of man I actually am." He gets up off the bed then. "Want me to lock the door behind me?"