[He lets silence fall between them when Archie finishes his answer. It's not that Guzma lacks all empathy, he just has a hard time recognizing it at times. When Jill had opened up to him, he had felt it then, felt an ache for her, for what she had gone through... an anger that burned for her, for her situation, for the wrong doings she had faced, the pain she had suffered.

Empathy was a part of Team Skull, but that still revolved around him, didn't it? Solidarity built on his experience, and those who knew how he felt. It wouldn't be unfair to argue that maybe some of that applied to what he felt with Jill—in the end, it all came back to him. The silence is broken not by Guzma, but by Golisopod. There's a red flash, and the bug is gone, returning himself to his ball to leave the two men alone. It's that which urges Guzma to do something other than mope.

Guzma looks up at Archie from behind his hand, his expression conflicted with sadness and anger, but he also looks... lost. Uncertain. Removing his hand from his face, he lets is hover there for a moment, before he reaches forward. Grabbing Archie's wrist with a grip that's uncharacteristically weak and lacking confidence.]

I ain't—I'm... I'm no good at this. Never have been. I'm mean and shitty, I know I ain't the best sort to be around when I'm like this... or most the time.

[His grip tightens a little.]

But... I know you're hurting too. All of this shit, it's fucked, yo. And seeing that little shit—now, of all times...

[There's that anger again, his grip getting uncomfortably tight now.]