[Honestly, he was doing so good. He was handling this arguably maturely, considering who he is. He was certainly trying, trying not to fall into his selfish ways, and trying to do right by Jill, and even himself. But he can only hold out for so long, keep up with that before his will and self-control chips away like old paint. Guzma is a naturally selfish person, through and through, and while he might care a whole lot, even if he doesn't like to show it, and he's absolutely emotionally susceptible... he is intrinsically selfish. He's had to be, to survive, but he's past the point where such self-centered actions are no longer necessary.
Well, honestly, his selfishness had gone well beyond its use ages past, but it's a bad habit he's only recently started to kick, and like with all matters of reform there's going to be relapses. This is one such relapse. Fortunately the elbow is enough to snap him back to reality, as it should with damn near anyone. Like Jill, it took him far too long to realize this wasn't going how he expected, and so he catches that elbow pretty damn hard. It's deserved, and even if he makes a surprised and pained gasp at the hit—it hurting a bit more than it might had he not been battered already—he's not mad it happened. Not exactly. Sure, he wanted that kiss, really badly, but he's also glad that it didn't happen.
Well, saying he isn't mad is a lie. He's mad, mad at himself, mad that he tried to pull that shit. The elbowing certainly made him release her, and he takes a step back from not only the impact, but because of his own annoyance. His expression shifts from surprised pain, to something a bit more pissed, and for a moment it's unclear who that anger is at.
Her words don't exactly reach him, not when he's this pissed off with himself and... well, embarrassed, really. He was doing good! He was keeping his shit together, and then he suddenly wasn't. His face scrunches as he closes his eyes, teeth grit as he brings his hands to his hair. At first it looks like he's just going to ruffle it in frustration, but instead he grabs and pulls. He's... never exactly showed this part to Jill, because ordinarily her presence can keep him calm and in check, but at this moment, where all of this emotion is coming to head, where he's sick and frustrated with himself and how he's acting—]
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, GUZMA?!
[Before, his third person talking had always been done in a more playful way. Often teasing, or downplaying something, but this time. It's certainly something else. Another testament to what Guzma had said before, that there are parts of him that Jill doesn't know, parts that are a bit unfair of him to keep from her, especially when he had tried to pursue something like this. Especially when he had tried to just kiss her now. Jill might not be normal, but Guzma is far from it as well, and right now he seems to be in a different place altogether.]
Shit good luck Guzma, you're on your own without my thoughtful guidance
Well, honestly, his selfishness had gone well beyond its use ages past, but it's a bad habit he's only recently started to kick, and like with all matters of reform there's going to be relapses. This is one such relapse. Fortunately the elbow is enough to snap him back to reality, as it should with damn near anyone. Like Jill, it took him far too long to realize this wasn't going how he expected, and so he catches that elbow pretty damn hard. It's deserved, and even if he makes a surprised and pained gasp at the hit—it hurting a bit more than it might had he not been battered already—he's not mad it happened. Not exactly. Sure, he wanted that kiss, really badly, but he's also glad that it didn't happen.
Well, saying he isn't mad is a lie. He's mad, mad at himself, mad that he tried to pull that shit. The elbowing certainly made him release her, and he takes a step back from not only the impact, but because of his own annoyance. His expression shifts from surprised pain, to something a bit more pissed, and for a moment it's unclear who that anger is at.
Her words don't exactly reach him, not when he's this pissed off with himself and... well, embarrassed, really. He was doing good! He was keeping his shit together, and then he suddenly wasn't. His face scrunches as he closes his eyes, teeth grit as he brings his hands to his hair. At first it looks like he's just going to ruffle it in frustration, but instead he grabs and pulls. He's... never exactly showed this part to Jill, because ordinarily her presence can keep him calm and in check, but at this moment, where all of this emotion is coming to head, where he's sick and frustrated with himself and how he's acting—]
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, GUZMA?!
[Before, his third person talking had always been done in a more playful way. Often teasing, or downplaying something, but this time. It's certainly something else. Another testament to what Guzma had said before, that there are parts of him that Jill doesn't know, parts that are a bit unfair of him to keep from her, especially when he had tried to pursue something like this. Especially when he had tried to just kiss her now. Jill might not be normal, but Guzma is far from it as well, and right now he seems to be in a different place altogether.]