[Nanu's certainly not wrong, the festival did indeed lead to confidence in an area that otherwise would have gone untouched for far longer. Guzma's rarely the sort to travel down such an avenue, he's so unfamiliar with it, unskilled in such a department, that he'd sooner just let things fall into place, than say anything at all. In romantic endeavors, particularly with women, he's more likely to let them lead the way, than to do it himself. This experience has only reminded him of why. Guzma may be an arrogant fool, but he's often one where the territory is familiar, where he knows he can plant a good foothold and keep steady. This is, decidedly, not such terrain.
There's a notable relief to some of the tension, and the vibrations nearly stop when Nanu doesn't make a jab at him over this. He's come to expect that sorta shit from Nanu, and in a self-detructive way he was almost hoping to hear it. Hoping to have Nanu tear him down a little, just like he wanted to get roughed up (of course while roughing someone else up in the process). But it doesn't come. And since it doesn't, it actually makes him realize how much he doesn't want to be tore into.
His emotions are an utter mess right now, and he doesn't know what he wants. He knows what he needs, generally, which is help. But his mind is such a swirling mess of confusion, self-doubt, and self-hatred that he can't help himself but want to get a little fucked up, even if there's a better part of his mind that wants actual help. Comfort. Guidance.
Wordlessly, and almost sheepishly he nods as he starts to get up. Hissing slightly as he does so, his tired and aching muscles are rather upset with him, but on top of that drinking the night before and sleeping like he did—where he did, helped nothing at all. There's certainly a wobble to him as he stands, using the door behind him to steady himself. A normal person would have let Nanu open the door to let them in, instead, Guzma just does it, opening the door and walking in before Nanu.]
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There's a notable relief to some of the tension, and the vibrations nearly stop when Nanu doesn't make a jab at him over this. He's come to expect that sorta shit from Nanu, and in a self-detructive way he was almost hoping to hear it. Hoping to have Nanu tear him down a little, just like he wanted to get roughed up (of course while roughing someone else up in the process). But it doesn't come. And since it doesn't, it actually makes him realize how much he doesn't want to be tore into.
His emotions are an utter mess right now, and he doesn't know what he wants. He knows what he needs, generally, which is help. But his mind is such a swirling mess of confusion, self-doubt, and self-hatred that he can't help himself but want to get a little fucked up, even if there's a better part of his mind that wants actual help. Comfort. Guidance.
Wordlessly, and almost sheepishly he nods as he starts to get up. Hissing slightly as he does so, his tired and aching muscles are rather upset with him, but on top of that drinking the night before and sleeping like he did—where he did, helped nothing at all. There's certainly a wobble to him as he stands, using the door behind him to steady himself. A normal person would have let Nanu open the door to let them in, instead, Guzma just does it, opening the door and walking in before Nanu.]