He is a strong little cuss. Skinny, but strong. Yondu had been the same way when he was little. He puts him down on the bench and settles on the opposite one 'cause maybe he needs five minutes of not-bullshit.

Sounds like someone tried to reach him and Houmei here didn't believe him.

"You know, this is a weird place. Strange things happen here. People have been rememberin' things funny for a couple of days. Don't get too mad at him, alright? Coulda just been confused because of everythin' goin' on."

It's a lie. He doesn't know Devero. But he does know that trying to reach somebody and seeing them turn on you can rip out your heart and leave it in tatters.

"'Sanzo'? I ain't met him yet. But you ain't messed nothin' up that I seen." He looks at the plants around them, covered in little flowers. Another Terran thing, he reckons, but it's pretty. The memories of home are barely there, painfully faint, but enough that he can remember the green. He breaks off a little leaf to turn in his blue fingers. "Don't think I rightfully care if you messed things up anyway."