He was worth throwin' away once. Better off forgotten. He wouldn't leave them in the same spot. Yondu looks at the doe eyed baby, probably still confused and exhausted from a hellish situation, and cups his blue hand over the fine-haired head. Them species with hair are always real soft when they're small.

"I wasn't much biggern' this when my folks sold me. I was too big for a pouch but too little to get around easy." He muses out loud, sort of sad as he rubs the kid's head. He supposes even his soft tendencies are a little selfish, borne out of how he wishes he'd been treated, but... to hell with it.

He's earned the right to be a little selfish.