"Might be good to actually ask 'im. Sorta makes ya feel better."

Peter never asked. Frequently, Peter never wanted him to, even if Yondu did have to pull him out of danger a shitload of times. And yet he's still nostalgic for it, that little bastard hip deep in oil-black water, shooting his heart out at a bulge-eyed eel pokin' its head to the surface. Yondu grabbing him by the scruff like a damn puppy, hauling him out by the back of his coat as Quill finished him off.

He'd always been worried as hell, but he'd always also chased after.