[ Maybe it didn't matter at all because he still has a future to go back to and he has one here, too. It might not be the same as he wanted, but life has a way of throwing some messy curveballs at you. Jill knows this plenty, herself, and she still managed to be happy in her own way. Might take time, but she thinks that he'll manage. She hadn't felt like she was comfortable until after she'd hit thirty and she'd been his age when shit hit the fan. ]

Heh, well, I guess you just gave away your secret hideout, you sucker. [ But it's fond, fonder than anything she's let seep out more recently even if she is trying to be cautious since the last time she did that it ended up... well, at least Guzma's nose doesn't seem to be shattered beyond recognition. Points for her, she guesses. ] Oh, Guzma. There's always time for me to change my mind. Good thing I like you and your nose intact -- just don't challenge me on it. I'm pretty competitive, you know.

[ Nose-breaking contest? This is some friendly banter. Rather than let him take the leave, she lightly (really, really lightly after that fiasco) elbows his arm and swerves past him to take leave first. ]

Don't sweat it. Really. Easier said than done, but cut yourself some slack. Took a lot of guts, more to be honest with yourself. [ She keeps walking, vaguely gesturing as she's wont to do when she talks. Her tone is serious, but light and genuine. Fond. ] So don't play normal and fine. You're allowed to be vulnerable. You should know by now I'm not going to use that to fire back at you, yeah?

[ She leaves it at that, heading through the kitchen and presumably out of the house. ]