Devero scoots aside as Yondu moves up. It's a tight fit for two solid men in the narrow train stairwell, but not any tighter than two solid men and a scrawny priest in a double bed. And Yondu's got him perfectly figured; Devero slumps against the other man, leaning un-self-consciously into his shoulder.

He's still listening though. And the society he comes from, being married and respecting your wife doesn't necessarily preclude a carnal relationship with someone else. But even if it did: "Nothing wrong with thinking," Devero says. "Goodness knows I've done my fair share of it."

He tucks his arm under Yondu's where they're pressed together, taking that rough blue hand in his own if the Centaurian lets him. "I'm going to guess that 'respected his wife' means he wouldn't have done anything even if he'd been thinking the same thing about you?"