Alone Together

Dahlia looked down on the white haired man, concern warring with exasperation on her features. This was the third time this week she found Guzma lazing around the Manor here in Po Town in his pajamas and she was absolutely sick of it. Some days she would come by and he would be helping getting the town back in order, or with him and his partner gone to train with
(Dahlia didn’t like to admit it, but she always enjoyed watching Guzma with Hau – he was surprisingly good with kids, maybe because he was sometimes just a big one himself).

“Get up,” the woman said, not even giving the man a chance to comply (or complain. most likely complain). Despite her slight form, Dahlia pulled her boyfriend up off the bed, all those years of wrangling pokémon helping to get Guzma up. Sure, Fairy types were generally small and lighter than many others, but getting powerful impressive

“I’m up, I’m up, happy?” He grumbled, running a tanned hand though his sleep mused hair.

Hands on her hips, Dahlia tapped her foot against the hardwood floors. “Not really,” she admitted, grabbing the clothes she packed for Guzma and handing it over. “God get dressed, we got things to do today!”

Guzma took the clothes and gave Dahlia a pointed look until she pouted but left so he can get dressed in peace. She stayed next to the door as he closed the to change. “This is fancier than usual – what’s the occasion?”

“We’re going too see your mother on Route 2.”
Dahlia relished the crash and yelped “WHAT!?” she could hear from behind the oak door. To answer the unspoken why, she continue, “I haven’t seen them in months and I know it’s been even longer since you’ve visited. You’re way over due for one and your father is out of town so it’s the perfect time.” Dahlia made sure that Guzma’s father would be nowhere near, wanting to take baby steps in getting her dear back in touch with his family.

There was indistinct – and probably inappropriate – mumbling for a few more minutes before the door opened to reveal a freshly dressed Guzma. Despite his griping, the clothes really weren’t that fancy – just a newer tee (it even had the Team Skull logo on it, she got it from some nice kids at the PokéCenter) and a pair of jeans instead of his regular baggy cargos. If this was “fancy” after her years away, Dahlia was slightly worried to find out what he would think of the slacks he’d near to wear for that restaurant she got a reservation for next week.

Oh, he even shaved! Without her even asking too. “You look nice!”

“Like even I would go see my mother looking like a thug.”

The look she gave him pretty much said who are you trying to kid? – even after all this time, Guzma was still a bit of a momma’s boy. “If we go soon, we might have a chance to swing by Kahuna Hala’s for some training!”

Despite having cleaned up the debris from the stairwell weeks before, Guzma still lead her out the window and onto a small patch of roof. “Ready to go Dahlia?” With a grin she nodded and watched Guzma call a charizard with his PokèRide.

It might take a while, but Dahlia knew, deep inside, that things were going to get better. One step at a time. Even if she had to PULL Guzma along, kicking and screaming with Golisopod pushing him from behind, until he could take the steps himself.