Devero snorts. "You being a dick doesn't excuse the way that you coming forward about it was handled," he says, as if that should be self-evident. "Believe me, I worked with plenty of jarhead dicks in the Guard. Hell, I've been one of those jarhead dicks in the Guard. Most of us still knew the difference between right and wrong-- you know, the right and wrong that matters-- even if we didn't have a clue how to treat people decently."

This time he looks directly at Yondu, rather than sidelong, and his eyes are hooded with sympathy. He has an idea how Yondu feels-- he would have done about anything to see Alejane smile at him one last time before he'd been thrown out of the Guard, or to have just one of his superiors acknowledge that what he'd done out in the field that day had saved an entire camp of civilians even if he'd shattered protocol doing it.

He moves to interlace his fingers with Yondu's now, if the other man will let him. "Even if you got mad and acted out, he still should've been able to see that you were trying to do the right thing."