God, god has he missed having a team. It's not until Soldat voices it that he realizes that's what he's been clinging to, just the sheer want of having that again.

"Alright," he mutters. Not convinced that maybe it doesn't matter, but if it's... well, not exactly okay, but if Soldat can live with it, maybe it's something Yondu can coast by on. Not exactly being a good person, but not being a bad one, either. Or maybe being both in some kind of measure. That feels more realistic.

He clears his throat. "Shoulda held it together better. I'm slippin'."