Guzma wasn't really himself these days. Yeah, he's your badass boyfriend leading Team Skull, but there seemed to be more things weighing on his mind than usual.

Tonight proved your hypothesis, as you awoke to an empty bed, with nothing but pillows, blankets, and that worn Wimpod plush sitting beside you.

The bathroom lights were off, so Guzma wasn't pissing. Rather, he was doing something more... well, poetic, per se.

Upon further investigation, you find the white-haired male standing outside the balcony of your residence, as rain poured down in heavy sheets. Though, the cold didn't seem to bother Guzma, as he seemed deep in thought, his face unchanged.

He's had a rough upbringing and a even rougher life to live. Maybe it's best to leave him be to his thinking... but you are his significant other, no?