It's not my fault... [ she huffs, standing to her feet, the tears slowly trickling down her face. she swabs them away messily. ] N-not my fault she left on her own amazing ad-adventure...

[ and not her fault that she ended up here in the first place at all. He tries to smooth over the actual problem by commenting on a smaller problem-- the room they were standing in. She laughs softly, her head falling against his chest. So stupid, this guy. What a dummy.

And yet, it's comforting. Just what she needed. Another oddity of Guzma's. He'd probably have a word to say when she sneaks out to go on adventures but...same old Guzma. She shuts her eyes tightly-- Luna can be comforting too. Guzma's been alone this whole time. Without restraint (but some hesitation), she throws her arms around his midsection in an awkward and short little hug. A comfort circle-- that's what this is. Guzma comforts, Luna comforts. ]

I-it's a wreck... [ muffled through his shirt a bit, but still talking, and even loosing a chuckle. ] ...you're d-dramatic...

[ a mistake has been made-- she's crying now, the whole eyeballs sweating business, but...she doesn't want to show that to Guzma? It's weakness? What if he comforts her more? She's not entirely sure how to be comforted. Normally it's Luna that does the comforting. And she was basically on vacation-- is she even allowed to cry? She's been gone for months, he said.

But this spot is safe. A safe place. With a guy who is...safe. A friend. ]