[ She can tell he's tired. She doesn't know where he's been and part of her wonders if he was just roughing it out in the forest again. She hadn't heard anything from Archie, but she had been vague about it; she didn't want to embarrass Guzma or make him feel uncomfortable. She loves Archie, but he's kind of got a big mouth. He's a good guy and all, but she isn't entirely sure he wouldn't immediately try to message him via amulet with something dumb. Neither of them seem to think things through.
Sighing, it feels more of a relief to have him back here and alright even if his ego still might be a little beaten and bruised from her rejection. It takes a lot to accept it like this and she's impressed with how he's handling it, even if he'd gone off like he had for a while. She's just happy he's back. His hold is a little tight, but he must need it. Some reassurance, something solid. Maybe she's using her own experiences here to fill in the blank silences of what he's doing right now, she doesn't know. The only thing she does know is she can't entirely understand him because she's not him right now.
And that's alright for now. Whatever this tentative, awkward thing is doesn't bother her and she hopes it brings them closer instead of pushes them away from each other. When he eases up after saying her name, she thinks that's that and maybe they'll sit down and talk like things are normal, maybe grab some guns or go out back and grill something. Shoot the shit, literally and figuratively. Rather than confused -- which part of her is -- she peers up at him with pooling, hopeful eyes. Head canting slightly and lips tugged up into an almost-smirk of a smile.
Until he starts to lean in. It takes her more time than it should for her reflexes to kick in and for her to realize what he's doing and as much as she wants to axe kick him, Jill just settles on what could be a big elbow, depending on if he keeps moving or not. It scrapes on by unless he keeps going without abandon. ]
Guzma, damn it. [ More disappointed than angry because she can feel it, because she can understand that "last chance" mentality and the hope to try it again. It doesn't feel disrespectful just awkward. Tentatively, she lowers her elbow to eye him over her arm with an almost playful narrowing of her eyes. ] If you can promise to keep your mouth to yourself I'll go get us a few beers and we can talk more, if you want. If you'd rather be alone then that's fine, too.
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Sighing, it feels more of a relief to have him back here and alright even if his ego still might be a little beaten and bruised from her rejection. It takes a lot to accept it like this and she's impressed with how he's handling it, even if he'd gone off like he had for a while. She's just happy he's back. His hold is a little tight, but he must need it. Some reassurance, something solid. Maybe she's using her own experiences here to fill in the blank silences of what he's doing right now, she doesn't know. The only thing she does know is she can't entirely understand him because she's not him right now.
And that's alright for now. Whatever this tentative, awkward thing is doesn't bother her and she hopes it brings them closer instead of pushes them away from each other. When he eases up after saying her name, she thinks that's that and maybe they'll sit down and talk like things are normal, maybe grab some guns or go out back and grill something. Shoot the shit, literally and figuratively. Rather than confused -- which part of her is -- she peers up at him with pooling, hopeful eyes. Head canting slightly and lips tugged up into an almost-smirk of a smile.
Until he starts to lean in. It takes her more time than it should for her reflexes to kick in and for her to realize what he's doing and as much as she wants to axe kick him, Jill just settles on what could be a big elbow, depending on if he keeps moving or not. It scrapes on by unless he keeps going without abandon. ]
Guzma, damn it. [ More disappointed than angry because she can feel it, because she can understand that "last chance" mentality and the hope to try it again. It doesn't feel disrespectful just awkward. Tentatively, she lowers her elbow to eye him over her arm with an almost playful narrowing of her eyes. ] If you can promise to keep your mouth to yourself I'll go get us a few beers and we can talk more, if you want. If you'd rather be alone then that's fine, too.