Though he generally prefers his personal space, the more at ease he feels with someone, the less he minds being touched. Yondu has extended him enough trust that he's perfectly willing to give his own in return, and so he doesn't make any particular move away from the shoulder grip.

"It's not too much of an exaggeration. They were not mere professional colleagues, we were more akin to a family. It makes Xehanort's actions all the more foul that he fooled us into welcoming him, and Braig even worse for siding with that parasitic stain upon the worlds from the beginning. Braig is another of Lord Ansem's apprentices, and yet he kept secret from us information that could have broken Xehanort's control over us far sooner."

He huffs and shakes his head as he swirls his drink.

"Lord Ansem, on the other hand...we have spoken, since I came to my senses, albeit in brief terms while focused on external matters. If he resents me, resents any of us, he...does not show it. He merely seems...relieved, that we regret turning against him."