Since jettisoning most of the Eclector Yondu hadn't exactly had the chance to make a supply run. Hell, he was lucky there was a table, let alone chairs. So all there was left to eat was something that had molded in a forgotten refrigeration unit. He'd picked most of the mold off, and to be honest, it wasn't too bad. Quill had emerged from the cabin, sat down, vomited when he saw what Yondu was eating, and then collapsed onto the table. Yondu finished his impromptu meal, his headache fading already. "Where the hell's this place ya were goin' on about?"

"Missouri." Peter's voice was muffled against the table. "Ridgeton."

Yondu rummaged in his coat, pulling out a projector. Like most Ravager tech it had been cobbled together from spare parts, smashed, repaired, burned, and was currently being held together by a couple strategic pieces of adhesive and sheer force of will. Terra had been mapped out ages ago, and he waved his hand through the hologram, dismissing descriptions until he found the one he wanted. He considered the display in front of him, then pushed the projector towards Quill. "You find it."

Quill glanced up, brows furrowed in concentration. "That's France."

"You think I did much studyin' when I was pickin' ya up?"

"Kidnapping."

"Shut up and find whatever place you were talkin' 'bout."

Peter raised his head, fingers weaving through holograms until he had zoomed in on a large lake. "Here."

Yondu pressed a button, locking the display and coordinates. He tossed the projector back and forth as he made his way out of the mess. "Be in the hanger in ten."

"This thing has a hanger?"

Yondu gestured at the ship around them which, while smaller than the Eclector, was still substantial. "If'n I bring this thing down, yer whole planet would shit a brick."

"Ok, maybe you have a point." Peter replied, pulling himself off the table with a massive amount of effort. "But you have another ship on this thing?"

"Small one, ain't that useful. But it'll get us through the atmosphere."

It took Quill a bit longer than ten minutes, closer to an hour, to get into the small fighter that had been stashed away in the hanger. By that point, Yondu was more than ready to get Quill back down to Terra by tying him to the hull and letting him reenter on the outside. The ride was a little tense to say the least. Yondu looked over from the window. "Why you actin' like you ain't ever drank before?"

Peter was only holding onto consciousness because he was about to see his home planet again. "Because I've gone out drinking with your friends."

"You've been drinkin' with Ravagers since you was sixteen. Kraglin drug you back from that dive back on Krante 4, said you only had two drinks 'fore you passed out."

"There's a difference between that and three days of drinking!" Quill raised his voice, then blinked in pain before doing his best to huddle in his seat. "Is that usual? The week long party?"

Yondu watched the flames of reentry dissipate across the window. He gave a craggy smile. "Stakar and I pulled a job, back when I was first settin' out on my own. Went off without a hitch. Crews drank for ten days, racked up twenty thousand units in bounties, and we got chased out of every bar in the quadrant."

Peter shuddered. "Remind me to never go out with you guys again."

"Ah come on, boy. It's funner than sittin' in the Kyln." Yondu cracks a golden smile in bad need of orthodontia as the miniature M-ship get closer, the curve of the Earth disappearing, lines turning into rivers. The green patches that had been growing came farther into focus, turning into forests and farms. The coordinates from the projector map are over a series of low hills, a lake spread out, trees coming all the way to the edge. Yondu couldn't help but dive the ship towards the lake's surface, pulling up quickly and sending up a huge spray.

Quill gave a loud whoop as they pulled out of the dive, which quickly turned into a dry heave. But he didn't turn green, and nothing came up, so that was some improvement. There was a bit of a clearing near the edge of the lake, rocky soil unsuitable for trees. The ship settled down, hunkering down below the trees. Peter moved as quickly as he could, which meant Yondu only had to move at a brisk walk to catch up to the boy before he reached the ramp. Quill paused at the end, looking out over the lake. The reflection from the sun sent up a spray of light over his face, and Yondu dug his fingers into his palm to stop the happiness he was feeling from reaching his face. Couldn't show the boy that he was glad for him. Then Quill'd just start blubbering again, like when he'd gotten pulled back in from the space above Ego. A shadow crossed over his eyes. He'd hoped that Kraglin had been close by, it wasn't like he had a death wish. But he'd have accepted it. Long as the kid made it out, he'd have froze gladly. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes filling with a pride that he desperately wants to fight down.

Not that Peter noticed, too busy staring at a planet he never thought he would see again. He turned, grabbing Yondu in a hug that threatened to break the poor alien's ribs. His voice was thick, "Thank you."

Yondu allows him one more squeeze before struggling in the boy's grip. Usually he lets go, but now the boy just squeezes him tighter. It's like the boy got replaced with a Yutalian constrictor, getting tighter around Yondu and unwilling to let go, and sweet stars above, were those tears?

Sentiment, it would be the death of him.