He wonders if there's something more casual in Devero's gestures than his cultural knowledge. The way he easily touches people. If it's more than kindness and more something rooted into his very world, the way that leaning a forehead against another person's can be gently supportive to some, but to a Skrull could be a slow, lingering kiss.

He lets him do it, though, doesn't argue because he seems to need it and he thinks it's helping. Maybe the ease is helping him a little, too, just because over the months those layers of caution have gently been chiseled at.

"She was really good with swords so I woulda probably died so it was a healthy respect. ...But she was real good lookin', I wouldn't have minded an invite. But uh... he hated me real, real bad at the end there. I messed up. But at one time I was worth savin'. He didn't think twice about it. And I put 'im in a position where I broke his heart."