—Did she?

[He lets out a dejected puff of air, and the tension seems to return around him. Thinking about it gets him on edge, and that rattle returns to the house, Guzma barely even noticing it.]

Somethin' upset me. Didn't feel like going home would do any good.

[Yet doing his hobo thing, getting drunk, and fighting did good by comparison? He's still being vague, because he feels vulnerable being outside talking about this. However, he's not sure he'd feel great inside either. Anabel's there, after all.

Honestly, there's not anything that would really make him feel more comfortable talking about this. He doesn't want to tell Nanu it's Jill, so he decides to omit any of that. Taking in a slow and steady breath, he decides it's better to just get it over with, than to drag this out any longer. Besides, his lip smarts as he keeps talking, and that's a little bit of a motivator in this.]

There's someone I have a thing for. Decided to tell 'em, didn't go how I wanted. Didn't want to subject Jill and Archie to my shit attitude about it, so I haven't gone home.

[There's a pause, before he adds:]

And I don't know what to do with myself.