"Yeah, I could only talk her down to the whole romantic part. I didn't know the extent of it, but I ain't stupid enough to think a good-lookin' man whose been single as long as you wouldn't have a solid reason for it, an' I knew it weren't some kinda... I dunno, you bein' some kinda secret asshole."
He almost says that he's a public asshole, just in a desperate plea to not make the situation more awkward. But then he's cornered on asking and- well, Yondu's a coward. He doesn't want to say that he's a coward. He can laugh in the face of gods. Any man threatening him he can stand up to unwaveringly. But the problem is he likes Tobirama, and he was mortified that the idea of asking would just label him as someone with only an interest. Losing a friend that came to mean that much to him in a short period of time horrified him.
But that wasn't what he'd wanted. He like his company. He liked having someone he could settle down beside of and talk to at any time or having someone he could settle down and be quiet by. Or someone he could gently rib. And he liked that it just happened immediately and it was just a mix of personalities. He'd never felt the class divide that sometimes wells up and creates a moat between him and someone else. The idea of asking had been increasingly mortifying, so as he'd thought earlier- he fully intended to lie somehow and say the answer was no. At worst he might have asked him to this wedding that was apparently happening now, as a friend, but now the pressure there would be accidentally too tense, the situation too suggestive of intentions.
This had to be an incredibly frustrating thing for the other man as it was much more a minor frustration for Yondu. He'd purposefully avoided asking more than about his sister-in-law's family life and this Madara bastard, but he'd still been warned of some dark secrets. They hadn't made a difference to Yondu, but they had to Tobirama. Damage had been done, even if he'd done his best.
But, well, in for a penny, in for a pound. "Would ya go out with me? Just as a get-to-know ya thing. Not that there's many places to go on the damn train but I could order some food if you had somethin' you liked in particular an' ain't had in a while an' dig up somethin' in the music car. Or in the cinema car but I don't even know how you'd feel about a movie." He's never been on a date so he thinks those are how they work. "No expectations? Just talkin'?"
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He almost says that he's a public asshole, just in a desperate plea to not make the situation more awkward. But then he's cornered on asking and- well, Yondu's a coward. He doesn't want to say that he's a coward. He can laugh in the face of gods. Any man threatening him he can stand up to unwaveringly. But the problem is he likes Tobirama, and he was mortified that the idea of asking would just label him as someone with only an interest. Losing a friend that came to mean that much to him in a short period of time horrified him.
But that wasn't what he'd wanted. He like his company. He liked having someone he could settle down beside of and talk to at any time or having someone he could settle down and be quiet by. Or someone he could gently rib. And he liked that it just happened immediately and it was just a mix of personalities. He'd never felt the class divide that sometimes wells up and creates a moat between him and someone else. The idea of asking had been increasingly mortifying, so as he'd thought earlier- he fully intended to lie somehow and say the answer was no. At worst he might have asked him to this wedding that was apparently happening now, as a friend, but now the pressure there would be accidentally too tense, the situation too suggestive of intentions.
This had to be an incredibly frustrating thing for the other man as it was much more a minor frustration for Yondu. He'd purposefully avoided asking more than about his sister-in-law's family life and this Madara bastard, but he'd still been warned of some dark secrets. They hadn't made a difference to Yondu, but they had to Tobirama. Damage had been done, even if he'd done his best.
But, well, in for a penny, in for a pound. "Would ya go out with me? Just as a get-to-know ya thing. Not that there's many places to go on the damn train but I could order some food if you had somethin' you liked in particular an' ain't had in a while an' dig up somethin' in the music car. Or in the cinema car but I don't even know how you'd feel about a movie." He's never been on a date so he thinks those are how they work. "No expectations? Just talkin'?"