[In a way, Nanu does feel bad about this. He'll come to regret it later, even though in the moment it seemed like the last option. No one should have to live with that memory. It's something he and Looker should have to take the burden of. He can only find solace in the fact that Guzma's awareness of the event will be fully erased once (if) they're back home again.]
[Here, now? He hopes the fact that it's not Guzma's natural memory will make it fade over time.]
[When the other man finally releases him fully, Nanu can actually relax—or as much as he can, right now. His leg falls back into a straightened position, leaving him completely supine in the dirt. In his peripheral, he sees Guzma sit down next to him, as his gaze is still unfocused on the sky. Slowly, his breathing eases toward normalcy again.]
Yeah, well. [Nanu lets out a large breath; a sigh combined with a sort of reset to his breathing.] You aren't supposed to.
[There's a double meaning there: Guzma shouldn't know in the first place, and Nanu shouldn't have shown him the memory at all. The way his voice takes on a regretful tone could imply either one. He's already thinking he owes Guzma an apology... but maybe not right this second.]
[Nanu turns when he notices movement, and frowns deeper when he sees Guzma grab his hair. Despite his dislike of the young man, the self-harming tendencies he's seen have never made him happy. He returns his gaze to the sky, before closing his eyes completely.]
Hard to mean no harm when you imply someone she holds dear didn't make it. [Accusing him further really won't help right now, he knows. But it's voiced like a fact, with no attack behind it; still just...tired. And like he knows Guzma is most likely already aware of the fact, despite how he decided to phrase it.] If I had come over like some sort of diplomat and tried to talk it out with you like a normal human being, would you have realized it the same way?
[Of course, that would be pushing aside how Guzma first handled it to Anabel herself when it first happened at all... But they're long past that, now. Like whiplash, their anger snapped to near-catatonia in the blink of an eye, leaving the two men to sort it out as equals for once.]
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[Here, now? He hopes the fact that it's not Guzma's natural memory will make it fade over time.]
[When the other man finally releases him fully, Nanu can actually relax—or as much as he can, right now. His leg falls back into a straightened position, leaving him completely supine in the dirt. In his peripheral, he sees Guzma sit down next to him, as his gaze is still unfocused on the sky. Slowly, his breathing eases toward normalcy again.]
Yeah, well. [Nanu lets out a large breath; a sigh combined with a sort of reset to his breathing.] You aren't supposed to.
[There's a double meaning there: Guzma shouldn't know in the first place, and Nanu shouldn't have shown him the memory at all. The way his voice takes on a regretful tone could imply either one. He's already thinking he owes Guzma an apology... but maybe not right this second.]
[Nanu turns when he notices movement, and frowns deeper when he sees Guzma grab his hair. Despite his dislike of the young man, the self-harming tendencies he's seen have never made him happy. He returns his gaze to the sky, before closing his eyes completely.]
Hard to mean no harm when you imply someone she holds dear didn't make it. [Accusing him further really won't help right now, he knows. But it's voiced like a fact, with no attack behind it; still just...tired. And like he knows Guzma is most likely already aware of the fact, despite how he decided to phrase it.] If I had come over like some sort of diplomat and tried to talk it out with you like a normal human being, would you have realized it the same way?
[Of course, that would be pushing aside how Guzma first handled it to Anabel herself when it first happened at all... But they're long past that, now. Like whiplash, their anger snapped to near-catatonia in the blink of an eye, leaving the two men to sort it out as equals for once.]