This place sure as shit can yank the tears out of the hardest of heads. Then again, Devero is as soft as they come, despite being built like he could easily throw someone. Model body and great metabolism like the thinnest shell over a cotton center.

So Yondu just moves to sit right by him, even if they're blocking the stairs, because he's learning. He's learning that his rough voice can lend to comfort someone as well as it can command, and he's learned that leathery, hard presence can provide structural support to something crumbling. So he places himself there as a prop, and as he's already slept in the same bed he doesn't shy from being a literal support, either.

"Yeah," he replies to that alone. "Stakar Ogord... He was married. Respected his wife a lot too. But that did not stop me from lookin'.... maybe thinkin' a little, too." Thinking a lot. Now that he'll never see him again, it's easier to admit.

He realizes, then, something else in what he'd told Devero. Koumyou's last prayer would be for him, but Stakar had made it clear he wouldn't even go to Yondu's funeral if he were to die. It's a stark difference, but one that he came by honest so he shouldn't bitch.