[He knows Anabel's in there, and he's not sure if he could handle another confrontation with her with any grace at this point. Like, he ordinarily has none with her anyways, but he's in no state to even try, but he needs Nanu. Thus his solution of waiting here. It's hardly a perfect plan, in fact, it's pretty fucking stupid, but Guzma wasn't sure what else to do.
He finally looks up at Nanu proper—and the older man can see more of the damage. There's dried blood under one of his nostrils, some scrapes on his cheek that's recently started to scab, a split lip, and beyond some redness and myriad bruising, he's got a black eye. Honestly, he just looks like shit.]
Would you have preferred I let myself in?
[Because for half a second he certainly considered it, but in a rare stroke of common sense, he didn't. Choosing instead to not bother Nanu, except by being a mild inconvenience to his front door.]
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[He knows Anabel's in there, and he's not sure if he could handle another confrontation with her with any grace at this point. Like, he ordinarily has none with her anyways, but he's in no state to even try, but he needs Nanu. Thus his solution of waiting here. It's hardly a perfect plan, in fact, it's pretty fucking stupid, but Guzma wasn't sure what else to do.
He finally looks up at Nanu proper—and the older man can see more of the damage. There's dried blood under one of his nostrils, some scrapes on his cheek that's recently started to scab, a split lip, and beyond some redness and myriad bruising, he's got a black eye. Honestly, he just looks like shit.]
Would you have preferred I let myself in?
[Because for half a second he certainly considered it, but in a rare stroke of common sense, he didn't. Choosing instead to not bother Nanu, except by being a mild inconvenience to his front door.]