Peter
looks at Kraglin then between Carlos and Mikey then Yondu. “……….
sorry…….” pulls back visibly wilting a bit not wanting to be the source
of everyone’s anger.
Kraglin narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed and dropped his arms finally. “Thanks, Pete. C’mon then… you said something about breakfast?”
Carlos smiled. “Dad’s making some. Follow me, boys – and be nice, okay?”
Mikey wheeled ahead of him back into the dining room, and Carlos led the way.
The Perfect Scientist 