"Oh, shut up," Devero grumbles. "If I didn't want to help you with your shit, I wouldn't have stuck my hands in it. If you 'shouldn't have said' what you did because of your own comfort levels, that's fine, and I'll lay off if you need me to. But you don't get to decide what my comfort levels are for me."

He uses his grip on Yondu's hand to bang their joined fist against his knee. "If I'm here, it's because I want to be. I'm asking you to respect that, okay?"

He's realizing he's real tired of someone else deciding what's best for him, or what he can and can't handle.

"You're right about the kids," he adds, gentling unconsciously. "None of these kids should fucking be here and it's our job to make this experience as easy on them as we can. But I'm not asking you to tell any of the kids all the stuff you just laid down on me; I'm asking you to let me and the other adults help hold you up, like--"

Now his voice goes really quiet. "Like you helped me, the other night. Is that what a community's for? Mutual support?"