Yondu sits in the cleared spot (still affording a good view, just close enough to the edge without much view being blocked) and settles his elbows on his knees to watch Tobirama's pondering. "Was workin' how you found your own peace?" 'Cause he couldn't tell if Tobirama had, to be honest. Maybe he did a little in keepin' busy? He was a foggy man that way. Yondu'd never found his peace, probably never fully would even in the best environment, but it did seem like there was a little bit of war in Tobirama he just couldn't shake.

Maybe that was a hard question though in such a beautifully peaceful setting. He thinks in his case that it's just nice to feel the vibes other people put off and sit back and observe it.

"Did your brother wear facepaint too? Or is that all yours?" He motions to his own face where the red streaks would be.