"BAHAHAHAHHAHA! Did you see the'r faces?! I' nev'r seen my station crew hit the deck like 'at!" Yondu wipes at his eyes and gasps for breath, "Rozuu dove right outta 'is seat!"
Peter smiles widely at his adoptive father's giggles, he's never heard the pirate laugh so without being drunk. "I asked before I did it."
Udonta laughs again, "Ya did, but these fools don' know what a 'tower fly-by' is... You got that from one o' yer Terran shows yer always goin' on abou', dint'chu?"
"Top Gun," the ten-year-old says proudly, "It's about the best fighter pilots on Earth. Maverick, and Goose, and Ice Man..."
"Ice Man? ...Hunh, makes me think 'a Martinex..." the Captain becomes thoughtful, he lets out a heavy breath, "'At takes me back..." Yondu shakes away the memories and looks at his son. "Listen, Peter..."
"I'm sorry I stole your knife," Quill interrupts him, the boy picks at his armrest guiltily, "I... figured taking that one would be better than trying ta... break inta yer locker. I'm sorry, Captain."
The Centaurian smiles gently, "I know ya are. I prol'ly should 'a armed you months ago... 'en you wouldn'a had ta steal from me. Ain' even gonna ask you abou' Gef. I know yer not sorry abou' that at all."
Peter lowers his gaze and shakes his head, he's not sorry about stabbing Gef. He does feel queasy about it, though. Quill takes a steadying breath as he recalls the sensation of the knife in his fist piercing through fabric and flesh, he looks at his hands. There's blood on them.
The youngest Ravager startles and wipes his hands on his pants. Quill looks at Yondu, who thinks the child just turned a slight shade of green. He didn't know Terrans did that. Peter leaps from the pilot's chair and flies to the lower deck.
Oh, yeah, the pirate muses as he hears the youth's retching, kid's never knifed a body b'fore. Yondu pushes to his feet to follow the piteous sound, but he stops and glances at the primary flight controls. He licks his thumb and wipes away the small, bloody prints he finds.