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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.”

Yondu blinks and looks to him and nods. “Best damn dad in the galaxy. And do me a favor Ok. You ever.. and I mean ever need me. Call and I’ll warp here as fast as I can. You hear me. Anyone messes with you let me know. Got it nerd.” Smiles and kisses his head and leans against him holding his hand.

Carlos’ face grew warm under Yondu’s lips. He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah… I got it,” he said softly. He smiled at Yondu before offering his cone. “Want another bite before I finish it off? Even though you didn’t let me have a bite of yours~”

Chuckles and takes a small bite that was offered. “Sorry. This is delicious. Never had something this good in space.” Swallows then goes back to nuzzling at him and sighs happily. “We best go soon….. my boys will be waiting and you know they dont sleep unless I’m there and they need it.” Nuzzles his head trying to commit to memory his scent.

Carlos chuckled, letting Yondu nuzzle him, and he pressed a kiss to the other’s nose without thinking about it. “Come on, then,” he said and took Yondu’s hand. He stood up, munching on the rest of his cone and was finished by the time they got to the car. Carlos unlocked it for YOndu to get in.

Yondu hops in buckling up as he waits to be driven off. Almost felt like he was being driven to his own funeral. He reaches over and takes Carlos’s free hand holding it.

Carlos glanced over at Yondu and gave him a smile. He squeezed his hand as he continued to drive on the long, lonely road toward the ship.

Carlos wasn’t happy about this either. But… it had to be done. He had to stay – it’s what he’d been working towards for months. He had his family here and people took his work seriously here. He wasn’t a Ravager. He wasn’t built for that life.

It wasn’t like they weren’t going to see each other ever again. Carlos still had his communicator back at home. They would still be in contact and they could still be friends. Carlos hoped that, eventually, that would be enough.

Once they were at his ship Yondu got out of the car and slipped deeper into the woods towards his ship then turns to carlos. “See you around….. like I said…you need me…. you get in trouble…. call me. I’ll be here before you can blink…. I’ll whistle any ass hole that messes with you.” Whistles and smiles as he lets the arrow spin around carlos then float infront of his face.

Carlos flinched – he did every time he saw that arrow – but he smiled at Yondu and held his hands out under the arrow, as if to catch it if he suddenly dropped it. “I know… C’mere for a second, will you?”

Yondu blinks his ears wiggling a bit as he lets his arrow fall into Carlos’s palm. He walks over to him curious. “Hmm?”

Carlos rolled the arrow in his fingers, fascinated by the heat that still clung to it. But he looked at Yondu and smiled, stepping forward into his space. He gently put the arrow into its holster before wrapping his arms around Yondu and pulling him into a tight, meaningful hug.

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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.”

Yondu blinks and looks to him and nods. “Best damn dad in the galaxy. And do me a favor Ok. You ever.. and I mean ever need me. Call and I’ll warp here as fast as I can. You hear me. Anyone messes with you let me know. Got it nerd.” Smiles and kisses his head and leans against him holding his hand.

Carlos’ face grew warm under Yondu’s lips. He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah… I got it,” he said softly. He smiled at Yondu before offering his cone. “Want another bite before I finish it off? Even though you didn’t let me have a bite of yours~”

Chuckles and takes a small bite that was offered. “Sorry. This is delicious. Never had something this good in space.” Swallows then goes back to nuzzling at him and sighs happily. “We best go soon….. my boys will be waiting and you know they dont sleep unless I’m there and they need it.” Nuzzles his head trying to commit to memory his scent.

Carlos chuckled, letting Yondu nuzzle him, and he pressed a kiss to the other’s nose without thinking about it. “Come on, then,” he said and took Yondu’s hand. He stood up, munching on the rest of his cone and was finished by the time they got to the car. Carlos unlocked it for YOndu to get in.

Yondu hops in buckling up as he waits to be driven off. Almost felt like he was being driven to his own funeral. He reaches over and takes Carlos’s free hand holding it.

Carlos glanced over at Yondu and gave him a smile. He squeezed his hand as he continued to drive on the long, lonely road toward the ship.

Carlos wasn’t happy about this either. But… it had to be done. He had to stay – it’s what he’d been working towards for months. He had his family here and people took his work seriously here. He wasn’t a Ravager. He wasn’t built for that life.

It wasn’t like they weren’t going to see each other ever again. Carlos still had his communicator back at home. They would still be in contact and they could still be friends. Carlos hoped that, eventually, that would be enough.

Once they were at his ship Yondu got out of the car and slipped deeper into the woods towards his ship then turns to carlos. “See you around….. like I said…you need me…. you get in trouble…. call me. I’ll be here before you can blink…. I’ll whistle any ass hole that messes with you.” Whistles and smiles as he lets the arrow spin around carlos then float infront of his face.

Carlos flinched – he did every time he saw that arrow – but he smiled at Yondu and held his hands out under the arrow, as if to catch it if he suddenly dropped it. “I know… C’mere for a second, will you?”

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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.”

Yondu blinks and looks to him and nods. “Best damn dad in the galaxy. And do me a favor Ok. You ever.. and I mean ever need me. Call and I’ll warp here as fast as I can. You hear me. Anyone messes with you let me know. Got it nerd.” Smiles and kisses his head and leans against him holding his hand.

Carlos’ face grew warm under Yondu’s lips. He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah… I got it,” he said softly. He smiled at Yondu before offering his cone. “Want another bite before I finish it off? Even though you didn’t let me have a bite of yours~”

Chuckles and takes a small bite that was offered. “Sorry. This is delicious. Never had something this good in space.” Swallows then goes back to nuzzling at him and sighs happily. “We best go soon….. my boys will be waiting and you know they dont sleep unless I’m there and they need it.” Nuzzles his head trying to commit to memory his scent.

Carlos chuckled, letting Yondu nuzzle him, and he pressed a kiss to the other’s nose without thinking about it. “Come on, then,” he said and took Yondu’s hand. He stood up, munching on the rest of his cone and was finished by the time they got to the car. Carlos unlocked it for YOndu to get in.

Yondu hops in buckling up as he waits to be driven off. Almost felt like he was being driven to his own funeral. He reaches over and takes Carlos’s free hand holding it.

Carlos glanced over at Yondu and gave him a smile. He squeezed his hand as he continued to drive on the long, lonely road toward the ship.

Carlos wasn’t happy about this either. But… it had to be done. He had to stay – it’s what he’d been working towards for months. He had his family here and people took his work seriously here. He wasn’t a Ravager. He wasn’t built for that life.

It wasn’t like they weren’t going to see each other ever again. Carlos still had his communicator back at home. They would still be in contact and they could still be friends. Carlos hoped that, eventually, that would be enough.

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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.”

Yondu blinks and looks to him and nods. “Best damn dad in the galaxy. And do me a favor Ok. You ever.. and I mean ever need me. Call and I’ll warp here as fast as I can. You hear me. Anyone messes with you let me know. Got it nerd.” Smiles and kisses his head and leans against him holding his hand.

Carlos’ face grew warm under Yondu’s lips. He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah… I got it,” he said softly. He smiled at Yondu before offering his cone. “Want another bite before I finish it off? Even though you didn’t let me have a bite of yours~”

Chuckles and takes a small bite that was offered. “Sorry. This is delicious. Never had something this good in space.” Swallows then goes back to nuzzling at him and sighs happily. “We best go soon….. my boys will be waiting and you know they dont sleep unless I’m there and they need it.” Nuzzles his head trying to commit to memory his scent.

Carlos chuckled, letting Yondu nuzzle him, and he pressed a kiss to the other’s nose without thinking about it. “Come on, then,” he said and took Yondu’s hand. He stood up, munching on the rest of his cone and was finished by the time they got to the car. Carlos unlocked it for YOndu to get in.

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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.”

Yondu blinks and looks to him and nods. “Best damn dad in the galaxy. And do me a favor Ok. You ever.. and I mean ever need me. Call and I’ll warp here as fast as I can. You hear me. Anyone messes with you let me know. Got it nerd.” Smiles and kisses his head and leans against him holding his hand.

Carlos’ face grew warm under Yondu’s lips. He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah… I got it,” he said softly. He smiled at Yondu before offering his cone. “Want another bite before I finish it off? Even though you didn’t let me have a bite of yours~”

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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.”

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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?”

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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…”

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“That
we could possibly do. Though I think talking to you helps him. He’s
made a bond with you. And when your there he seems…. happier. Don’t stop
talking to my boy. He needs you. Now. Icecream. Wheels. Mr. Ramon it’s
been a pleasure.”

Edwardo walked up and gave his card to Carlos before offering Yondu his hand. “It has been,” he said, smiling at Yondu. “Take care of those boys, and try not to get into too much trouble.”

“See you around in the sky,” Mikey responded with a grin. “Oh – do you need these translator things back?” He reached up to point to the device just below his ear.

Yondu shakes his head. “No keep them. You ever want to call or my boys want a chat you’ll be able to understand them. If they break let me know. Carlos can show you how to use the long distance comunicators. Just….. be careful not to lose them ok.” Shakes Eduardo’s hand then fist bumps Mikey as he heads out to the car.

“In the meantime, keep them hidden in your guys’ wallet or something,” Carlos suggested. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Oh, Carlos – take my phone,” Mr Ramon said. “If you need anything, call Mikey’s. Then when you get back… we’ll come up with a story for how you got found.”

Carlos  nodded. “Okay, Dad.” He hugged his dad. “I’ll see you soon.” He turned and hurried out to the car with Yondu.

Yondu smiles already in the car and looks to him. “Ok carlos. Let’s go get some good bye icecream. Sure you don’t want to come with me?”

Carlos climbed into the driver’s side and pulled on his seatbelt. He looked at Yondu and sighed. “I can’t, Yondu. I was born and raised on Earth. It was my intellect that kept me afloat out in space, and even then I was still just… it was tough.” Carlos let out a breath. He gestured toward Yondu. “Seatbelt, please.”

“It was worth a try…” Puts on his seatbelt and as they pull away his ears wiggle and twitch with every sound as they come to a building that had a giant fake icecream cone on the roof. “Dairy Queen…. Huh……” once parked he gets out following carlos in keeping his hood up and covering his face. He glanced at the board of sweets. “Strawberry dipped in chocolate.”

Carlos looked at him. “Oh, that’s yummy. The dipped cones is a soft ice cream that is dipped in a candy shell that hardens from the cold. I usually like the chocolate dip on my chocolate, but the cherry dip is pretty good too. And it comes in an edible cup-like cookie which at the end is a great break-up of the cold treat you just had, I think.”

Yondu grins watching. “Three dips. Lots of chocolate. I rather love that sweet.” The cashier gives Yondu a confused weird look having no clue what he said.

Yondu looks to carlos for help then thinks trying some English. “Staabeary an chocooopate looots cocoopate.”

The worker blinks then nods starting to make a strawberry and chocolate cone and dipping it a few times.

Carlos smiles kindly at the cashier, nodding to them as a silent thanks for their patience. “And when you’re done, a chocolate cone dipped in chocolate. Thank you very much.” He positioned himself a bit in front of Yondu so that they didn’t have as good of a chance to glance back at him.

Yondu smiles and wraps his arms around him laying his head on his shoulder relaxing and sighs. “Getting tired… my hibernations not to fat off….. Pete’s gonna need ya big time during that.”

Carlos nodded. “Yeah, I’ll have the comm with me,” he promised. “He can try to reach me whenever. It’ll be impossible to really convey what my schedule is with the difference on the ship, so I’ll just message him if I need him to wait a bit. When is Kraglin going to sleep? At least not for another month… right?”

“Yeah he’ll sleep right after me. We’re a little off but if he ends up falling asleep and I’m not awake yet Tullk, Half And Oblo take over and each of them would protect peter with there lives…”

Carlos hummed. “He’s got a great support group. Hey, make sure you grill him for the guys’ names who are still giving him trouble. Him and Kraglin were talking about some grief he was still getting on our trip today.”

Reaches out and takes his conecwhen handed it the worker slightly startled at blue hand but shook her head thinking she was seeing things wrong in the light.

Yondu nods turning and heads to a slightly darker corner and takes the first bite humming. “I know he has….butif it’s small jibbing like calling names and such it’s… just life in space…kids gotta buck up on that… if it’s other things… or….. his… rapists…….. are still there or ones that were involved I need to know. You got your fair share of jibbing…… Krags gets his and it’s only when it goes to far do I step in…… some crew are better then others that’s for sure.”

Carlos recieved his cone and paid for the treats before following after Yondu.

“Jabbing or japing or jibbing – whatever you want to call it, it’s not doing any favors to Pete’s mental state,” Carlos told him. “The fact is he can’t take it the way he is. He needs to learn coping mechanisms and to not take things personally.”

“I know….. he’s also a teen…. apparently whatvterrans call a… depressive rebellious stage of his life. His hormones are all over the place….. I’ll have a chat with the crew… see if I can get them to lay off more…… and I may have a… person he can talk to… for coping……I love my boys…”

Carlos nodded to him. “I know you do. You’re the reason why they even put up with me that first little while. Heh…”

“Well you did threaten to punch and and kick my boys asses… though even you have to admit it benigitted you greatly.” Smirks and steals a bite from the top of Carlos’s cone.

“Hey!” Carlos exclaimed and he smacked Yondu’s elbow playfully. “You ass! And of course I did – you would do that and worse if you’d have been the one to be kidnapped.” Carlos smirked at Yondu, holding his ice cream closer to himself now.

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“That
we could possibly do. Though I think talking to you helps him. He’s
made a bond with you. And when your there he seems…. happier. Don’t stop
talking to my boy. He needs you. Now. Icecream. Wheels. Mr. Ramon it’s
been a pleasure.”

Edwardo walked up and gave his card to Carlos before offering Yondu his hand. “It has been,” he said, smiling at Yondu. “Take care of those boys, and try not to get into too much trouble.”

“See you around in the sky,” Mikey responded with a grin. “Oh – do you need these translator things back?” He reached up to point to the device just below his ear.

Yondu shakes his head. “No keep them. You ever want to call or my boys want a chat you’ll be able to understand them. If they break let me know. Carlos can show you how to use the long distance comunicators. Just….. be careful not to lose them ok.” Shakes Eduardo’s hand then fist bumps Mikey as he heads out to the car.

“In the meantime, keep them hidden in your guys’ wallet or something,” Carlos suggested. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Oh, Carlos – take my phone,” Mr Ramon said. “If you need anything, call Mikey’s. Then when you get back… we’ll come up with a story for how you got found.”

Carlos  nodded. “Okay, Dad.” He hugged his dad. “I’ll see you soon.” He turned and hurried out to the car with Yondu.

Yondu smiles already in the car and looks to him. “Ok carlos. Let’s go get some good bye icecream. Sure you don’t want to come with me?”

Carlos climbed into the driver’s side and pulled on his seatbelt. He looked at Yondu and sighed. “I can’t, Yondu. I was born and raised on Earth. It was my intellect that kept me afloat out in space, and even then I was still just… it was tough.” Carlos let out a breath. He gestured toward Yondu. “Seatbelt, please.”

“It was worth a try…” Puts on his seatbelt and as they pull away his ears wiggle and twitch with every sound as they come to a building that had a giant fake icecream cone on the roof. “Dairy Queen…. Huh……” once parked he gets out following carlos in keeping his hood up and covering his face. He glanced at the board of sweets. “Strawberry dipped in chocolate.”

Carlos looked at him. “Oh, that’s yummy. The dipped cones is a soft ice cream that is dipped in a candy shell that hardens from the cold. I usually like the chocolate dip on my chocolate, but the cherry dip is pretty good too. And it comes in an edible cup-like cookie which at the end is a great break-up of the cold treat you just had, I think.”

Yondu grins watching. “Three dips. Lots of chocolate. I rather love that sweet.” The cashier gives Yondu a confused weird look having no clue what he said.

Yondu looks to carlos for help then thinks trying some English. “Staabeary an chocooopate looots cocoopate.”

The worker blinks then nods starting to make a strawberry and chocolate cone and dipping it a few times.

Carlos smiles kindly at the cashier, nodding to them as a silent thanks for their patience. “And when you’re done, a chocolate cone dipped in chocolate. Thank you very much.” He positioned himself a bit in front of Yondu so that they didn’t have as good of a chance to glance back at him.

Yondu smiles and wraps his arms around him laying his head on his shoulder relaxing and sighs. “Getting tired… my hibernations not to fat off….. Pete’s gonna need ya big time during that.”

Carlos nodded. “Yeah, I’ll have the comm with me,” he promised. “He can try to reach me whenever. It’ll be impossible to really convey what my schedule is with the difference on the ship, so I’ll just message him if I need him to wait a bit. When is Kraglin going to sleep? At least not for another month… right?”

“Yeah he’ll sleep right after me. We’re a little off but if he ends up falling asleep and I’m not awake yet Tullk, Half And Oblo take over and each of them would protect peter with there lives…”

Carlos hummed. “He’s got a great support group. Hey, make sure you grill him for the guys’ names who are still giving him trouble. Him and Kraglin were talking about some grief he was still getting on our trip today.”

Reaches out and takes his conecwhen handed it the worker slightly startled at blue hand but shook her head thinking she was seeing things wrong in the light.

Yondu nods turning and heads to a slightly darker corner and takes the first bite humming. “I know he has….butif it’s small jibbing like calling names and such it’s… just life in space…kids gotta buck up on that… if it’s other things… or….. his… rapists…….. are still there or ones that were involved I need to know. You got your fair share of jibbing…… Krags gets his and it’s only when it goes to far do I step in…… some crew are better then others that’s for sure.”

Carlos recieved his cone and paid for the treats before following after Yondu.

“Jabbing or japing or jibbing – whatever you want to call it, it’s not doing any favors to Pete’s mental state,” Carlos told him. “The fact is he can’t take it the way he is. He needs to learn coping mechanisms and to not take things personally.”

“I know….. he’s also a teen…. apparently whatvterrans call a… depressive rebellious stage of his life. His hormones are all over the place….. I’ll have a chat with the crew… see if I can get them to lay off more…… and I may have a… person he can talk to… for coping……I love my boys…”

Carlos nodded to him. “I know you do. You’re the reason why they even put up with me that first little while. Heh…”