Yondu falls into the hug way too easily. Not even a hesitation in it, arms wrapping around Soldat's shoulders and drawing him in tight, thumping his hands at his back. It lasts about as long as he knows Soldat can stand and he appreciates that, leaning back and watching his face.
"...Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright."
As alright as a man could be after a few days caught between worlds. One who went to fight in someone else's war, who found out that he was a hero in his world, some kind of legend in another. One where he fought off greedy bastards hurting a good woman and oppressive tyrants hurting another. One where he saw a friend die defending the man he loves, and saw versions of friends that met him with blankness that makes him appreciate the renditions he has here all the more.
He's had a hell of a few days.
"Stakar didn't hate me. I found a recordin' of him talkin' to someone. That he missed me and he was glad he'd been wrong about me. None of 'em hated me." And he gives that to Soldat, because he doesn't know what to do with any of it.
Don't feel stupid, I'm fumbling over how everything works.
"...Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright."
As alright as a man could be after a few days caught between worlds. One who went to fight in someone else's war, who found out that he was a hero in his world, some kind of legend in another. One where he fought off greedy bastards hurting a good woman and oppressive tyrants hurting another. One where he saw a friend die defending the man he loves, and saw versions of friends that met him with blankness that makes him appreciate the renditions he has here all the more.
He's had a hell of a few days.
"Stakar didn't hate me. I found a recordin' of him talkin' to someone. That he missed me and he was glad he'd been wrong about me. None of 'em hated me." And he gives that to Soldat, because he doesn't know what to do with any of it.