[Accurate or not, or perhaps because of its accuracy it's so potent, Guzma's eyes snap open immediately to level a glare at Archie. He's not sure how to respond, but it's like his body is moving on its own as he rises to his feet, grabbing at Archie's shirt, pulling him in closer than he already was. He's met with a conflicted sort of glare, Guzma's hands shaking in their hold as he's nearly lifting Archie off the ground.]

So?! He ain't been nothin' but a sore fuckin' reminder of what he ain't! That he'd still be here—that she'd be taken away from me—

[His voice wavers as he speaks, demonstrating the fragility of his emotions right now more than anything. He doesn't move to hit Archie, or shove him away. Just... Holds him there as he's trying to work out what he even wants to do with this anger. What he should do. He's not mad at Archie, he's mad at Sun—at Jill being taken away... at his helplessness in everything.

Ultimately, he's scared, and he doesn't know what to do about it.]