Ouch, Harley. Way to hit the nail on the head. Kraglin's startled look probably gives away that that is at least part of what was bugging him about it all.

"We pretty much raised Quill. Peter. Since we took 'im on Earth." Yondu was the closest to a dad, but Kraglin had been there the whole time, maybe like a... brother? Or something. Uncle?

"Kraglin. Kraglin Obfonteri, former First mate of the Eclector of the 99th Ravagers." He sighs. "Don't mean much now. Everyone's dead and the ship's gone. Good to meet'cha, Harley."