"He did? ...That man can be a li'l' shit sometimes." Yondu pulls a petulant face that isn't sincere. Devero's definitely good folk, even if it took the poor man months to weasel in on his good side. He eventually won.

He appreciates that he was there for him when he thought he'd lost Soldat.

He rubs his shoulder, still wearing that petulant look like it hurt (it didn't and they both know it). But more seriously, he lets the face ebb. "Like I've said, I didn't really make a lotta friends among my crew. Couldn't afford to drop the persona. But I know some of 'em wanted it. You're probably the best I got." He'd finally let it happen. "You shoulda seen how hard Tullk'd try to get me to come drink with 'im or spend time with 'im. He'd holler at me every time he saw me in port. I'd just look, not say nothin'. Let 'im go have his fun. I think that just lettin' myself have it good with people might be a good way to honor 'em."