Devero grins sheepishly and accepts the tissues to blot his eyes dry. He laughs wetly when Yondu squooshes his face, the rough physical affection making fresh tears roll free.

He catches one of Yondu's wrists and gives it a rough squeeze. "And I've got you on my side out here," he says. "If they can't get us back on the train, bet you you can."

He's always had a lot of faith in Yondu's ability to improvise and problem-solve. If anyone could figure out how to get back on the train from the outside, he knows it'd be Yondu.