[Andy had told him that she had a kid, that much wasn't a surprise. Even kinda (not really) meeting the kid over dinner didn't totally throw him off or anything. Rex was the one that threw Guzma more, but then again he didn't exactly expect this quiet, to himself sort of kid. Not with Andy being an influence, anyway.
So, when he sees him staring off into space in his general direct, Guzma raises an eyebrow as if trying to cue to the kid he sees him staring, before realizing himself that Marty's on a different plane of existence right now. For a moment, he mulls over if he wants to even bother, but ultimately decides fuck it. Taking a sip of his beer as he makes his way over, he doesn't help ease into the interaction with how he towers over the kid, peering down at him.
Maybe he'd give less of a fuck if this was some random kid, but he's Andy's and so maybe he feels a little more...sympathetic, in his weird Guzma way.]
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So, when he sees him staring off into space in his general direct, Guzma raises an eyebrow as if trying to cue to the kid he sees him staring, before realizing himself that Marty's on a different plane of existence right now. For a moment, he mulls over if he wants to even bother, but ultimately decides fuck it. Taking a sip of his beer as he makes his way over, he doesn't help ease into the interaction with how he towers over the kid, peering down at him.
Maybe he'd give less of a fuck if this was some random kid, but he's Andy's and so maybe he feels a little more...sympathetic, in his weird Guzma way.]
You doin' aiight there, kid?