[Archie's placidity is for the best, can't make a fire roar if you don't add fuel, and he's certainly not. With some sloppy manhandling, they are certainly spooning, and Archie's hand in Guzma's hair gets a shaky breath from the drunk. His face burying against Archie's neck and shoulder, arms rightly wrapped around his waist—if Archie thought he might be able to wiggle free from this, well...]
Can't.
[He says that, but there's a certain tired edge to his voice that seems contrary to his words, even if his tone is defiant. Before long, Archie might feel a wetness where Guzma's face is buried.]
Arch—
[He swallows thickly, taking a moment to get the rest of it out. Even in this state, he knows that shit between him and Archie isn't quite as great as it could be. He still values Archie a fuck ton, but their confrontation a month prior in the kitchen, Archie's freak out, and then his own... Archie's words still eat at him sometimes, when he's left alone with his thoughts, which is often enough. He screwed up bad, and he's still so lost on how to right any of it. Holding himself accountable doesn't come naturally, but he's trying to learn.
And now it's just him and Archie out of the trio, and he feels so fucking vulnerable and lost. This is why he tries not to open up to people, tries not to get close, avoids making bonds. Shit gets too real, too complicated, and he feels as fragile as glass.
[for what? he's not sure. maybe just for handling these things so badly. maybe for even showing that he's hurt at all and not just sucking it up. not that he thinks he needs to protect guzma from it or anything, but...
maybe he wants to hide it from himself too. even if nanu told him he doesn't need to and that doing so only actively hurts him.
he does it anyway. without shelly around--]
Rest. I'll stay. We can talk when you've got some sleep. [and sobered up.]
[It doesn't matter what it's for, it gives Guzma some sort of comfort. He doesn't fully understand it, but that's just where he is mentally and emotionally right now. He's also pretty exhausted, who knows when he slept last, and he's been up drinking like a damn fool. Then that whole thing with Sun, and this with Archie? It's certainly exhausted him, and with Archie telling him to rest... well, it's hard to deny that he needs it.]
Y'ain't allowed to leave...
[Whether he means his room, or here is left up in the air. He's tired of losing people either way. But hey, while Guzma's grip doesn't exactly loosen any, his breathing does seem to shift. Becoming slower, deeper, and more relaxed. Seems fucking drunkass is lulling into sleep as he keeps his face buried against Archie. Here he thought it'd be hard to actually fall asleep, and yet the comfort of having someone with him (particularly Archie) made it that much easier to conk out.
If Archie even tries to get out of his grip, it's certainly not easy. He's like a damn vice, and besides, he'd likely wake up. Something he'll do in a couple hours. There's no way he'll be able to stay asleep for too long, his mind too restless, his emotions too raw. He doesn't say anything when he does wake up, the main sign of it is again the change in his breathing and him shifting a little, a small grunt leaving him.]
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Can't.
[He says that, but there's a certain tired edge to his voice that seems contrary to his words, even if his tone is defiant. Before long, Archie might feel a wetness where Guzma's face is buried.]
Arch—
[He swallows thickly, taking a moment to get the rest of it out. Even in this state, he knows that shit between him and Archie isn't quite as great as it could be. He still values Archie a fuck ton, but their confrontation a month prior in the kitchen, Archie's freak out, and then his own... Archie's words still eat at him sometimes, when he's left alone with his thoughts, which is often enough. He screwed up bad, and he's still so lost on how to right any of it. Holding himself accountable doesn't come naturally, but he's trying to learn.
And now it's just him and Archie out of the trio, and he feels so fucking vulnerable and lost. This is why he tries not to open up to people, tries not to get close, avoids making bonds. Shit gets too real, too complicated, and he feels as fragile as glass.
Muffled against Archie's back:]
...I'm sorry.
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[for what? he's not sure. maybe just for handling these things so badly. maybe for even showing that he's hurt at all and not just sucking it up. not that he thinks he needs to protect guzma from it or anything, but...
maybe he wants to hide it from himself too. even if nanu told him he doesn't need to and that doing so only actively hurts him.
he does it anyway. without shelly around--]
Rest. I'll stay. We can talk when you've got some sleep. [and sobered up.]
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Y'ain't allowed to leave...
[Whether he means his room, or here is left up in the air. He's tired of losing people either way. But hey, while Guzma's grip doesn't exactly loosen any, his breathing does seem to shift. Becoming slower, deeper, and more relaxed. Seems fucking drunkass is lulling into sleep as he keeps his face buried against Archie. Here he thought it'd be hard to actually fall asleep, and yet the comfort of having someone with him (particularly Archie) made it that much easier to conk out.
If Archie even tries to get out of his grip, it's certainly not easy. He's like a damn vice, and besides, he'd likely wake up. Something he'll do in a couple hours. There's no way he'll be able to stay asleep for too long, his mind too restless, his emotions too raw. He doesn't say anything when he does wake up, the main sign of it is again the change in his breathing and him shifting a little, a small grunt leaving him.]