It startles him but he knows it's not undeserved. He thinks, immediately, how many times Koumyou must tell this man that he shouldn't be with him. The only reason he thinks the Sanzo hasn't done the same to him is because he knows the level of shit Yondu has gone through, his capacity to lose and to wear those losses like heavy chains, is similar.

Yondu has friends here, but most (with a few exceptions) of them are parents like him, he realizes. People that have raised children. Otherwise it's been remarkably hard to get close to people. Somehow he guesses with other parents that they'd not be needlessly aggressive towards him and that he doesn't get, but he's always surprised at the instant connections.

"I'm scared of y'all." He admits.

Scared of what? He'll get closer to people and have that hole in him ripped open again when they leave. He'd mess up and see someone look at him with contempt every day, every day because he cana't leave this place. He'll have to sit there and watch people die absolutely helplessly.

He's even a little scared of this man that's only got eight stains on him. But he did tell him as much as he did. He did crawl into bed with him and try to hold the cracks together when he saw him starting to break. His thumb moves in the hands wrapped around his, rubbing along the first joint of his index finger. A tiny little trapped motion. "It was a lot easier doin' what I did for you."