[ Peter is quiet for a long moment, weighing the options; trying to decide if maybe he should just-- turn her down again. (Because he can hear his little Yondu voice going fucking insane at the back of his head, can practically see the guy jumping stalking back and forth like a caged tiger, trying to scream some sense into Peter. There's a lecture in there about attachment and trust no one but your crew and other shit about clouded judgment and sloppy mistakes and getting people hurt or worse--
So it's a damn good thing Peter's been ignoring Yondu since he could fly his own ship.)
It takes a long, tedious moment, but he finally manages a small, quick nod and a tiny, barely there smile. ]
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So it's a damn good thing Peter's been ignoring Yondu since he could fly his own ship.)
It takes a long, tedious moment, but he finally manages a small, quick nod and a tiny, barely there smile. ]
... Yeah. So do I.