[After the mess with Sun, and Archie calming Guzma down enough to put his drunk ass to bed, the reins are being handed over to Plumeria with a brief explanation of what went down. Of course the details aren't as defined as they could be, but the gist is more or less that Jill's gone, it hit Guzma hard, Sun came over to see where Jill went, it didn't go well, Archie broke it up, and now the drunk lug is in bed sleeping it off.
Naturally no mention of them having a little bit of a feelings talk, but the way that Archie had to basically pry himself away from Guzma's sleeping grasp probably incriminates enough. Of course this doesn't go without disturbing Guzma a bit, so as Archie explains the situation, Guzma's awake for it all. He's quiet, his face turned away from the two of them, eyes closed. He doesn't move till he hears Archie leave. It's only then that he shifts and looks over at Plumeria with a tired and worn expression. Something tinged with sadness, but he looks as if he's trying to hide that behind weary annoyance.
Wordless he shifts, to make room for her. A silent invitation, one he's not even sure he wants her to take him up on, yet he's well aware it's one he needs her to. There's a spark of guilt, and it makes the room feel heavy and weighted, yet there's also a feeling of disorientation, like being lost and unbalanced, with no way to properly right yourself. The combination is... taxing, and so it's of little surprise Guzma looks so worn down.
Plumeria was finally here, and yet this is the state he's been left in. It's like a cruel joke. Some balancing act he never cared to be a part of: every time something seems to be going right, something else has to go terrible wrong.]
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Naturally no mention of them having a little bit of a feelings talk, but the way that Archie had to basically pry himself away from Guzma's sleeping grasp probably incriminates enough. Of course this doesn't go without disturbing Guzma a bit, so as Archie explains the situation, Guzma's awake for it all. He's quiet, his face turned away from the two of them, eyes closed. He doesn't move till he hears Archie leave. It's only then that he shifts and looks over at Plumeria with a tired and worn expression. Something tinged with sadness, but he looks as if he's trying to hide that behind weary annoyance.
Wordless he shifts, to make room for her. A silent invitation, one he's not even sure he wants her to take him up on, yet he's well aware it's one he needs her to. There's a spark of guilt, and it makes the room feel heavy and weighted, yet there's also a feeling of disorientation, like being lost and unbalanced, with no way to properly right yourself. The combination is... taxing, and so it's of little surprise Guzma looks so worn down.
Plumeria was finally here, and yet this is the state he's been left in. It's like a cruel joke. Some balancing act he never cared to be a part of: every time something seems to be going right, something else has to go terrible wrong.]