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After a, luckily, not that long trip to the golf course, Guzma opened the gate for you, like a gentleman. "What got you acting so sweet today~? Flattery will get you nowhere!" Guzma just chuckles a little. "Just want to show you what a good boyfriend i can be for mah boy!"
So little, but somehow also so much time seems to have passed since you two were in team skull... But despite all that, you two are still together, no matter what happened. You're really proud of Guzma for how far he has made it already... but he just wants to proof to you that he can better control his anger now!
"Hey, ma'am, two clubs and two cards..." he says to the lady behind the counter of the golf course's entrance. "... please." He quickly adds. The lady looks at Guzma a little weirdly, before taking Guzmas money and handing him the items. You both know that Guzma still has a bit of a reputation as former team skull boss. But, of course you are always ready to help make him feel better again. He says he doesn't need the 'pity'... but he tells you that almost as often as he tells you that he's really grateful for it. "Here ya go!" Guzma puts the golf-club into your hands. "The boss's gonna show ya how it's done!"
You easily go through the first few parts of the golf course. "Yeah! Saw that?! You don't stand a chance!" You're just glad to see him so... genuinely happy about something he enjoys. He always used to play for the competition, he played to win... and got mad as a result of not always hitting every golf ball perfectly.
Even the later parts of the golf course, where it got a bit harder, Guzma handled with ease, always hitting the ball into the hole first try. You and Guzma decide to take a little break and eat some ice-cream on a nearby bench. "It's nice to see you golfing again." You say, feeling Guzmas hand beneath yours. "Eh... i'm glad to show ya, ya boys mad golf skills again!" Guzma laughs, but you know that he always felt pressured to perform his best when golfing... "No need to try and impress me, though... everything you do on this course is probably, at least 20 times better than what i can do. Let's just have fun." You tell him, gently rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. "... thank you. We're doing this just for fun... yes!" with a newly determined grin he bites back into his cone.
After eating ice-cream, you finally move on to the really tricky parts of the course... where, after a few holes you can tell that guzma is getting a little annoyed. But you don't do anything... everyone gets a little annoyed and frustrated and he told you how much better he got... and you trust him. You know that many people don't, but you do. So even when he angrily grips his golf club... you smile when seeing him take deep breaths and cheer for him when he hits the hole. And Guzma's smiling too. "You're so good at this... but do you think we're gonna be able to finish the course today..? It looks like the sun is setting soon."
"Let's just play until the sun is actually setting, okay? We haven't had much time with all the wormhole shenanigans, team skull disbanding, me going to therapy and getting back to training with Hala... i'd like to spend some more time with mah boy!" Guzma then gives you a little peck on the cheek. He usually isn't one for public affection... but there isn't anyone else around, really and he just felt like it. So Benjamin just keeps watching Guzma play... at one of the last holes, though, Guzma gets really frustrated... 'this is such an easy hole, i should be able to do this, why won't it work?! I hit such holes easily a year ago... guess i just didn't play in too long.'
He grits his teeth, grips the golf club tighter, "Fuck... this stupid bullshit."
'What's wrong with this stupid shit?! It just won't work... or maybe i'm just too stupid, aren't i?!' He then swings the club to strike onto the ground beneath... and then again... before he quickly remembers what he even came here for... and what he told you. "Guzma..." You start, unsure of what to say now. Guzmas fingers feel a bit shaky, so he grips the club again. "Yeah..? Oh, uh... sorry... i think we should go home. The sun's setting now anyways." He starts walking back towards the exit and you follow him.
On your way home, Guzma slowly starts explaining himself. "Sorry for losin' mah temper there... i know i said i got better but... but it's just still hard sometimes to... ugh, i sound so stupid." You look up at Guzma while walking. "No, no, it's alright, really. It's understandable that you got frustrated there. And besides, you're pretty much fresh out of therapy." You smile. "I'm still impressed with how good you are at controlling yourself. Just keep it up and i'm sure something like that won't happen again." You silently take Guzmas hand as you walk and he just accepts it, blushing a little... he still may need to get used to public affection. So you let go again... just for Guzma to then take your hand back anyway.
"Thanks, mah boy..." neither of you have ever been the best with words... but you still know what you feel, despite such few words sometimes. "Thanks for always believin' in me too... staying with me, even 'till now. Means a lot to me."
"It's nothing. I like staying with you afterall."