Yondu
smirks and goes back to his own cone going quiet after a bit and
finishes his cone. “I hate you……. I hate you for making me feel like
this………damnit…..”Carlos’ smile dropped almost immediately, and guilt crept up and started to curl around his heart. He looked down at his own cone – just down to the cone now with a small pool of ice cream inside. “I… I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I… I shouldn’t have let us get… that much closer. Then this would be a lot easier for both of us…”
“Story of my life……. I should have just…… dumped ya back on some settlement like I was planning…. but…. this damn thing I didn’t know I had called a heart betrayed me…….. and now…. I have to let go of something I don’t want to let go of……. I’m trying so hard to not say fuck all and take you with me……. to hell if you hate me…. but……” shoves the last bit of his cone in his mouth and then fiddles with the napkin.
Carlos frowned, nibbling on the edge of his cone. “But… you care too much about what I think of you to do that, huh?” he asked softly. “Just… you don’t want more people you care about being mad at you… huh?”
“Because I love you enough to let you go even if it hurts so much that I feel like dying……. Yeah….” sighs looking at his clawed fingers and the scars around his wrists from the slave cuffs when he was younger.
Carlos had the edge of his cone in his mouth again whiile Yondu talked. After a bit he brought it down and reached out to gently touch one of Yondu’s hands. “Do me a favor,” he said softly. “I know you’re going to be sad, not having me around, but… do me a favor and take that energy… and put it into being the best damn dad your boys could ever ask for. Do that for me, because there’s only so much I can do over an interstellar communicator.”