[ The surprise and shock in T'Challa's face tell Peter everything he needed to know even before the question about Yondu was uttered. Yondu and he must really know each other back in their universe, and no doubt none of them had to go through the pain of losing the other. This means it's just Peter's fault that Yondu died in his own homeworld. He doesn't answer the first question, looking extremely heartbroken, sad, and more than anything, tired. ]

No, Nebula is...fine. Or as fine as she can be after what Thanos put her through. I was talking about Gamora. [ Peter closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath in his attempt to keep it together. He will not cry in front of this man, he will not.

The comfort is odd, T'Challa sounds honest with it, as if he can imagine the kind of suffering they all went through. But Peter doesn't deserve this sort of kindness, and he can't handle it. ]

I don't suppose you have any hard alcohol in there? [ He points to the nearby ship, really trying his best to keep his voice level. ] I could use a drink. Special if we're going to keep talking about the differences in our universes, 'cause it sounds like I've got the short end of the stick.