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He
sighs as he lands. “Well…. you’ll go home… see your parents……. and…….
enjoy life I guess…… I did my part of the promise…. your home…”

Carlos blinked at him. “That’s… that’s it?” he asked. “But…
I told you I wanted you to meet my family. We were gonna shop for treats for
the crew. And I even invited you to dinner.”

Sighs. “Carlos…. I’m a blue alien on non space faring planet. ….. I…….. I prolonged bringing you back…. I’d selfishly hoped you’d say fuck all to terra and… stay…….but…. to keep you from your family… is not right….. I… Terra’s to fat off any navigation I go by…. you’ll hardly ever see me…..”

Carlos frowned. “But… my Dad would want to meet the guy who
brought me back. Are you just going to try to forget about me, Yondu?” That
wasn’t what he wanted. Not what he wanted at all. He’d been trying to think of
ways to get Yondu through the neighborhood to go to his house.

“Doubt I could forget you even if I had my memory erased…… it’s dark out…… so long as I get into hiding when the sun comes up… I’ll be fine….. I can’t be seen…. or…… I’m gonna get dissected on some lab table….”

“It’s cold enough, you can wear freakin’ ski goggles for all
I care.” But Carlos sighed, understanding. “Look, just… how long can you guys
stick around up in orbit?”

Carlos thought that maybe there would be a lot of ‘settling’
for him to do anyway. A lot of excuses to make. He sighed. He had no idea what
he was going to say still.

Shrugs. “Until I say we go. We can always send peter and the Terran looking crew down for supplies…….. I’m sorry. Your right. We made a plan and I’d be a dick to ruin it. And while it’s a nice dick it’s not time for it to come out and make its self known. You got a extra hoodie?”

Carlos nodded and got up to go to his luggage. He opened it
up and started to look through until finding a navy blue hooded jacket. He
pulled it out and offered it to Yondu.

“Will it fit?” he asked.

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

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ravagewhistler

He
sighs as he lands. “Well…. you’ll go home… see your parents……. and…….
enjoy life I guess…… I did my part of the promise…. your home…”

Carlos blinked at him. “That’s… that’s it?” he asked. “But…
I told you I wanted you to meet my family. We were gonna shop for treats for
the crew. And I even invited you to dinner.”

Sighs. “Carlos…. I’m a blue alien on non space faring planet. ….. I…….. I prolonged bringing you back…. I’d selfishly hoped you’d say fuck all to terra and… stay…….but…. to keep you from your family… is not right….. I… Terra’s to fat off any navigation I go by…. you’ll hardly ever see me…..”

Carlos frowned. “But… my Dad would want to meet the guy who
brought me back. Are you just going to try to forget about me, Yondu?” That
wasn’t what he wanted. Not what he wanted at all. He’d been trying to think of
ways to get Yondu through the neighborhood to go to his house.

“Doubt I could forget you even if I had my memory erased…… it’s dark out…… so long as I get into hiding when the sun comes up… I’ll be fine….. I can’t be seen…. or…… I’m gonna get dissected on some lab table….”

“It’s cold enough, you can wear freakin’ ski goggles for all
I care.” But Carlos sighed, understanding. “Look, just… how long can you guys
stick around up in orbit?”

Carlos thought that maybe there would be a lot of ‘settling’
for him to do anyway. A lot of excuses to make. He sighed. He had no idea what
he was going to say still.