Over the next few days, Nanu didn't get any inkling that Guzma had heard his late night murmurs. When Nanu had let the punk know that he wasn't alone. That there were people around who did care about him, even if Guzma couldn't see it yet. But that didn't mean that the older cop hadn't noticed a change in attitude in Guzma over those past few days.
One of which was the fact that the former Team Skull leader made himself at home in the police station more than before. It seemed as though Guzma was reluctant to leave the area for long periods of time when Nanu had not yet recovered.
This was confusing to Nanu.
Why stay?
The red eyed man assumed that Guzma could find better things to do than hover around the station, keeping an eye on him. As if Guzma thought Nanu was still going to drop dead from the Nihilego poison, despite the cop continuing to take the antidote every day. Guzma had even decided to get him food and drink, as Nanu couldn't go shopping himself. Guzma also made certain that the cop actually slept instead of staying up late on his laptop, looking into the UB situation.
It was perplexing.
Nanu still wasn't entirely certain what exactly it was that Guzma wanted from him. Although the kissing and the brief touches here and there that continued as the days passed. The touching even seemed to increase in frequency with every passing time that Nanu grew a little healthier. As if Guzma was assessing how well Nanu was recovering from the the poisoning he'd experienced.
Today?
Guzma was hovering, as seemed the norm these past few days.
Nanu hid a smile behind his mug, very aware of the way that Guzma slid across the couch to get closer to him. Nanu presumed that this was some kind of test, as if Guzma was attempting to see how far he could push the red eyed cop. Nanu took a sip of his coffee and ignored Guzma scooting closer to him in favor of scrolling through an info dump on his laptop. Ordinarily, Nanu might have pushed back, out of curiosity, but right now, he had to be focused on his information gathering.
Those Ultra Beasts were out there, and every passing day, there were reports of someone witnessing something out of the ordinary.
Dangerous business.
It was surprising that no one had yet gotten hurt, apart from himself.
At that, Nanu checked over a page on the Nihilego that Looker had set up.
Nothing.
No one had seen anything after Nanu had seen those UB's converging on Guzma at the Lake of the Moone.
A disgruntled huff emitted from the larger punk over being ignored, but Nanu merely focused on the screen. He had just seen a note about the Nihilego, and its poison being fatal to humans without treatment. Their neurotoxin was also quote potent, and could drive its victims to do the creature's bidding.
"What's so damn interesting, old man?" Guzma asked, flopping across Nanu's lap like a Meowth and taking over the laptop.
Nanu had already clicked off the Nihilego page, and was content to let the younger man use the laptop. Nanu hadn't expected Guzma to grab one of his hands as the punk stared at the screen. Nanu leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling smaller warm bodies crowd around his head now that he was resting against the back of the couch.
Purring revved up.
Once he felt well enough, Nanu figured that he would confront Guzma on his unusually rapt attention these past few days.
How troublesome.
Nanu really wasn't cut out for relationships, was he? So much communication required.
-x-x-x-
Two weeks.
It took Nanu two whole weeks to recover from the poisoning he'd received from Nihilego, before he was back to his old apathetic self. In the last week of his recovery, Nanu had thrown himself into information gathering outside of his home, since he had felt well enough to go out with antidotes on hand. And in between follow-ups with contacts and locals on Alola, Nanu worked on regaining his strength every evening.
It was at the end of the second week that Nanu finally felt like himself again, albeit exhausted.
Nanu had just returned to the police station after a conversation with Looker. The two of them had been trying to narrow down possible places the Ultra Beasts would find habitable in Alola. And as much as Nanu didn't want to admit it at this point in time, the cop couldn't deny that having another Faller around apart from Annabel would have been useful. To have another person on hand to drawn out the Ultra Beasts, as reluctant as Nanu was to do that until there was more information to go off on.
They needed more intel.
Luckily for them, the Ultra Recon Squad was assisting with that. Over the past two weeks, Dulse and Zossie were finally opening back up over exchanging information with them, as well as Aether Foundation. From what Nanu had heard, the visitors from another world were collaborating with some Aether Foundation employees, including Wicke, over ways to track and contain the UBs.
Everything was coming together, even if that meant that it was two extra weeks that the Ultra Beasts had been roaming around Alola.
Nanu shooed a Meowth off of his lap and stood up to stretch. Letting out a low groan over a few cracks that happened while he worked out some the kinks, the red eyed cop went over to a far wall to reveal his bed from the wall. Despite it being late morning, Nanu knew that he had to rest when he could, or he wouldn't be of use to anyone. He would have just used the couch but Nanu figured that he should take the extra step and have a better night's rest.
Or so he hoped.
The older cop would welcome the rest so long as the nightmares stayed buried.
"You in, old man?"
Nanu honestly hadn't anticipated for Guzma to even bother to announce himself as the punk all but kicked the door in. Nanu sat his ass down on the bed because hell if he was going to make an effort to prevent Guzma from breaking the door. The older man raised a brow at the way Guzma slammed the door shut behind him. Nanu wore a bored, disinterested look at the way the taller punk met his eyes.
It was a rather intense expression for Guzma.
Calculating yet curious.
Nanu settled for indifference to the punk's appearance, because the gray haired cop wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen. Nanu hadn't seen Guzma much this past week, what with being so busy with the Ultra Beast situation.
"I saw that trench-coat wearing bastard earlier. He was here?" Guzma said, his tone indicating that he didn't approve of the idea.
"He had some new information for me." Nanu said tiredly. So much for getting sleep now. He would be lucky to catch a few hours if Guzma went back to hovering around Nanu. It wasn't like he was going to succumb to poison, as it was no longer a problem. "I don't see how it matters to you."
"Why do ya keep talking to him so much anyway?" Guzma grumbled as he crossed his arms, shoulders hunched.
"I agreed to help with the Ultra Beasts. This includes discussing where they might happen to be." Nanu fixed Guzma with a hard stare, red eyes assessing. Nanu had no idea why the punk sounded almost...jealous.
Huh.
"We've been giving each other updates when anything new comes up." Nanu added, though this didn't seem to assure whatever was going on in the punk's mind.
"Well, when you're gone, yer damn cats track me down for food." Guzma grumped, even as he allowed a few Meowth to cling to his legs.
"They like you." Nanu said with a crooked smile. "Especially MaryAnn."
The small shiny Meowth let out a tiny purr from where it was curled up against a slumbering Persian.
"They smack me with their paws." Guzma countered gruffly, even as he leaned over to pet the Meowth closest to him.
More Meowth appeared and clung to the taller man's pants, one even going so far as to clamber up to claim a shoulder.
"Then they give me those annoyin' prissy looks like they couldn't have possibly done anythin' wrong." Guzma added, as the closest Meowth rubbed its face against the punk's hand. The Meowth on his shoulder hugging him around the neck with a purr.
"It's just their form of affection." Nanu said with a shrug.
"Affectionate, my ass." Guzma said with a snort. The punk shifted in place, his voice dropping low as he eyed Nanu. "You're gonna be fine, then? No more bein' close to kicking the bucket?"
"I'm as well as I can be." Nanu said with another careless shrug. "Considering all of the long nights of information gathering, I'm more in danger of sleep deprivation." Nanu settled on the bed more comfortably, even if it made his knee pop.
"Better take it easy, old man." Guzma bit back what sounded like a snort of laughter. The punk reached up to pat the Meowth on his shoulder. "Don't want yer joints goin' out on you."
"To answer your question, I'm fine now." Nanu said, ignoring Guzma's jabs. The cop was quiet as the other man approached him, Meowth clinging to him. "I don't need to take those antidotes any longer."
"Good." Guzma grunted, before he reached the bed and reached out to seize him by the front of his shirt.
"Is this going to be the fabled beat down you keep on alluding to?" Nanu drawled in a dead sounding voice. The red eyed man didn't anticipate Guzma hefting him to his feet by his shirt and crashing their lips together in a demanding kiss.
That was...wholly unexpected.
Nanu seized Guzma's jacket to keep himself upright before he returned the kiss. He figured to hell with words for now, what with the way the punk was being so demanding with the kiss.
The Meowth on Guzma's shoulder vacated with a hiss, as it had been jostled.
The kiss ended all too soon, with Guzma letting go of Nanu's shirt to wrap his arms around his waist loosely.
"What was that about?" Breathing hard, Nanu met Guzma's eyes with a raised brow.
"Do you do stuff like this with Looker?" Guzma questioned, expression serious.
Nanu stared at the punk for a long moment before he let out a startled laugh. So that was why Guzma was being so defensive and prickly. Nanu wasn't sure whether or not to be flattered.
"What? Am I wrong?" The larger punk looked annoyed.
"You are." Nanu reached up to the top of Guzma's head ro ruffle the white hair. "I'm not interested in Looker like that."
"Even with all that time alone?" Guzma sullenly allowed the hair ruffle.
"You haven't spent time with someone just discussing things?" At a large hand shooing Nanu's hand away from hair, the cop added. "As I told you before, I really am just talking about the Ultra Beasts." Nanu half-smiled at the suspicious frown on the punks face. "Against my better judgement, you are the only person I've kissed in years."
"Really?" Guzma appeared to be pleased by this and grinned as he toppled Nanu backward onto the bed. The punk shifted a little and rested himself right over Nanu, keeping the cop on his back. "Well then, c'mon, old man. You wanna piece of yer boy here?"
Nanu gave Guzma a dour look.
"Well?" The ex-leader of Team Skull pressed.
"You are not making me feel any better about this situation when you refer to yourself like that." Nanu said with a sigh.
"Do you wanna piece of me, geezer? Or do ya need your beauty rest for that creaky old body of yours?" Guzma reiterated, smirking and obviously trying to rile the red-eyed cop up.
"I'm not that old." Nanu narrowed his eyes at Guzma. "And only if you truly mean it. I was not sure of your...intentions, now, and your interest a year and a half ago. Or even these past two weeks-"
"Shut your trap and touch me already, Nanu." Guzma growled irritably. "Or better yet, I will. Damn tease."
"Hey." Nanu hadn't expected for Guzma to call him by his name, so he certainly wasn't fully prepared for Guzma to start to kiss the side of his neck like that. Nanu managed to get Guzma to settle down half over him. Nanu spoke, straining to keep his voice level. "I am too tired right now for this. I need to get some rest. It was a long night." Nanu heard a disappointed huff emit from the bigger body resting over him.
"I really am too exhausted to be thinking about any...vigorous activity." Nanu wondered if Guzma would move but the punk merely sidled down a little further until his head rested against Nanu's stomach.
It was enough weight that the older man wouldn't be easily able to move away without Guzma noticing.
Nanu closed his eyes and ended up dozing off.
-x-x-x-
Nanu woke up later on in the evening to find a half-awake Guzma rubbing himself against one of his legs.
"Mornin'." Guzma greeted with a lazy grin. He frowned at the dark sky outside of a window. "Or is it evenin'?"
"Why are you acting like a horny teenager?" Nanu questioned with a put-upon sigh. The cop twitched when one of Guzma's large hands palmed him though his pants.
"I could say the same about you." Guzma sounded a little more awake.
"This wouldn't be the first time I woke up with morning wood." Nanu deadpanned. He could all but picture the face Guzma made when the punk let out an exasperated groan.
"What the hell, old man?" Guzma pulled back and propped himself on his elbows to glower down at Nanu. "Do you have to be such a dour asshole all the time?"
"Don't know what you're talking about." Nanu reached up with the space provided and put his hands on Guzma's hips, fingers tracing the waistline of the punks pants. "You trying to tell me something this evening?"
"...maybe." Guzma grumbled, avoiding eye contact.
"You sure about that?" Nanu dropped a hand to palm Guzma in return, still wearing a deadpan expression. "Though I guess this..." Nanu gave his hand a gentle squeeze, causing Guzma to squirm. "...gives me an idea about what you're thinking about."
"Shit." Guzma twitched against Nanu's hand and closed his eyes briefly. Seeming to come to some internal decision, Guzma maneuvered his pants down with lightning speed. He leaned over to grumble against the side of the older man's head. "You don't waste any time, do you?"
"Would you rather take care of it yourself?" Nanu asked mildly, hiding a smile when one of Guzma's hands seized his own and held it to his boxer briefs.
"Fucking touch me or I'll give you a blow job instead." Guzma growled irritably. The punk bristled over the low chuckle he received for his words.
"I very much doubt you've sucked cock before. Had someone suck you, maybe." Nanu said dryly, cutting Guzma's response off by tugging the briefs down and closing his hand around a cock that was already leaking with pre-cum. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You're a big guy, so this..." Nanu slid a hand idly along Guzma's shaft. "Isn't all that much of a shock." When the punk had relaxed somewhat, Nanu thumbed slit, smearing pre-cum along. The motion caused a tremor to run through the punk braced above him.
Guzma was breathing shakily against the side of Nanu's neck, before he tried to tug the boxer briefs down the rest of the way.
"Leave it." Nanu murmured, wrapping his free hand around Guzma's as the other gave the punk's shaft a cursory few strokes. The red eyed officer was taken aback when Guzma actually listened to him, albeit with a frustrated huff.
The punk went back to bracing himself on his elbows, his legs on either side of Nanu's.
Nanu took his time caressing his fingers along Guzma's cock, getting a sense of satisfaction over the way the punk's body was reacting to his touch. Honestly, Nanu expected Guzma to last a little while longer, and wasn't sure how to feel when Guzma suddenly came.
Huh.
That was a bit of a surprise.
Nanu had the feeling that Guzma was embarrassed, as the punk sank against him and didn't move, his face buried against the side of the officer's neck.
"That was fast." Nanu couldn't resist letting that out, and used his clean hand, that had since let go of the punk's, to pat Guzma's shoulder. Nanu smirked at the sound of cross grumbling. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't even bother with masturbating anymore. Too much work."
Guzma snorted at that.
"I do have two jobs. Shouldn't be too surprising that I don't have the time or energy for stuff like that." Nanu settled against the bed, but the cop did speak up when he felt Guzma's hand creep over his belt some ten minutes later. "Did you not get the memo that I'm too tired to bother wringing one out? To much of an effort eight now."
"Gonna do it for ya." Guzma mumbled, letting out a laugh over the way Nanu shooed his hand away. The punk laughed harder over the way Nanu, still expressionless, deftly undid the belt himself. "You say you're tired but ya don't seem to mind me playing with you."
"I could always get up and go do something useful-" Nanu let out a grumble of his own as Guzma kissed him. Nanu looped an arm around the taller man's back as one large hand gripped his cock. Nanu closed his eyes and focused on the kiss, even as he realized that his own body was interested in Guzma's touch.
Apparently Nanu was up for some activity, even if he himself would have been content to let the erection torment him until it went away. The fact that his cock was in Guzma's grasp and Nanu's close proximity to the punk stirred something inside of the cop that Nanu honestly never expected to experience again. That in and of itself was rather fascinating, since Nanu had been honest over the way his body was usually too exhausted to bother with even a hand.
"Seems like yer alive after all, old man." Guzma said with a laugh, once he'd drawn back from the kiss. With a another laugh at Nanu's expression, Guzma pressed his face against the side of Nanu's neck.
Nanu's arm tightened around Guzma. The red-eyes cop was still surprised over the way his body was reacting to the punk's touch. The feeling built up until Nanu couldn't hold back any longer. It had been...some time since a hand other than his own had touched him.
"Heh. You're so damn quiet." Guzma muttered into Nanu's neck. His fingertips teased along the cop's spent cock, before Guzma added, in an amused tone. "Got any more life left in ya, or was that it for the day?"
Nanu managed to get Guzma to let go of his cock before over-stimulation set in. The red eyed man let out a slow, weary sigh as Guzma merely flopped over to his left side, and wrapped his arms around Nanu, tugging the cop's back to his chest. At the very least, the punk didn't do anything other then press his nose into the back of Nanu's neck with a sigh of his own.
There was a long, quiet moment between them before Nanu finally felt ready to move, and slid out from beneath one of the punk's arms to go fetch something to clean them up with. When Nanu returned, he found Guzma sprawled on his back on the bed, his dick still out as the taller punk grinned playfully.
Any trace of self-consciousness appeared to be gone.
"You came pretty quick, old man." Guzma joked while he looked Nanu up and down, the cop still not wearing anything apart from his shirt. "Yer boy here get you that worked up?"
"Don't be so cocky." Nanu tossed the wet towel he'd retrieved onto Guzma's lap, causing a yelp. The red eyed officer noted his state of undress, and retrieved his pants, forgoing anything else as he cinched them back into place as if nothing had happened. "It's just sex."
"No, it wasn't." Guzma protested, despite the fact he was now avoiding eye contact as he picked the towel up
"Penetration isn't needed for it to be called sex." Nanu returned dryly, as he headed toward the kitchen at the back of the station.
Guzma stumbled over a response to that. With a low growl over his own reaction, either lack of words or perhaps he'd become flushed, the taller punk hastily cleaned himself up.
Nanu watched as Guzma retrieved his boxer briefs and tugged them on. The punk appeared to ignore his pants for the time being in order to prowl after Nanu.
"I'm not going anywhere. Yet." The cop said as he turned away from Guzma to rummage around in a cupboard.
Guzma uncharacteristically fidgeted as he watched Nanu brew some coffee and then pour out a cup. The punk shook his head with a growl over how he was acting, and took the mug out of the other man's hand. Not questioning why Nanu didn't take it back right away, Guzma took a swig and promptly gagged on it.
Nanu accepted the mug back with a quiet laugh as Guzma wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
"Holy shit." Guzma coughed. "That tastes like sludge. How can you drink that?"
"I need strong coffee to keep me up sometimes." Nanu said, taking a sip of the 'sludge'.
"That one taste I had is enough to keep me up all night." Guzma said. "Damn."
"Water is available." Nanu commented dryly as he took another sip.
"Ass." Guzma shot back, even as he went in search of a glass. Guzma opened up a cupboard and froze, seeing the bottles of alcohol near the glasses.
"I haven't gotten drunk since the night that you found me here drinking." Nanu said softly, noting the rigid way the taller man stood. "I've tried to only have a glass now and again. Last night, before you came here, Looker had some."
"And you didn't?" Guzma growled, taking a glass out before the punk shut the cupboard a little more harshly than he seemed to have intended.
"No, I didn't." Nanu was staring down at the mug in his head now. "Wanted to."
"So why didn't you?" Guzma questioned, filling his glass up with water.
"Because I figured that you would show up sooner or later. Things didn't turn out so well the last time you came across me drinking, did it?" Nanu fell quiet.
Guzma half turned to eye the older cop as they sipped their respective drinks. Guzma clearly hadn't expected Nanu's next question.
"Did your father drink?" Nanu asked, not sure whether or not his tone was tactful. It wasn't exactly his strong suit. "I never asked when we had talked about all of that, before."
"Yeah, he did, when I was younger. My mom didn't know, I think." Guzma mumbled, bristling defensively. "My mom did end up encouraging me to get help, when she found out I'd been drinking a lot." Guzma snorted. "Only good suggestion she made other than make sure the old man didn't come after me later, when I was younger, that is. Not that my dad was drinkin' as much when I was a teenager..." Guzma fell silent, clearly not wanting to say any more on the matter.
"I'm…trying to deal with the nightmares that come, in other ways." Nanu hesitated before he set his mug aside on the kitchen counter. "I've told my Pokémon to stop me now, if I happened to go for more than two glasses in one night."
"Why?" Guzma asked.
The question didn't sound sarcastic, only curious.
"Didn't like the way you looked at me that night." Nanu said, not looking away from the mug on the counter. "Like you thought I might hit you while I was drunk. That isn't a good example to set, for a kahuna, or for a cop." Nanu knew that he didn't miss the intake of breath, but he certainly noticed the arms that wrapped around his waist, Guzma's chin resting on a shoulder.
"You did it for me?" Guzma asked, sounding skeptical over the idea of Nanu doing anything of the sort. Yet at the same time, the punk did appear a little happy over someone doing something specifically for him.
"Is there anyone else that comes here to pester me?" Nanu asked, stopping short of resting his hand over Guzma's. The cop was still processing what had happened between them.
"Don't the other kahuna's know?" Guzma asked. "Or Acerola? Doesn't she visit you more often?"
"Do any of them know that I end up drunk at times? No." Nanu was acutely aware of Guzma's warm body pressed up against him from behind. Punk still only wore his boxer briefs. His bug patterned ones. "And as I mentioned before, I don't drink as much as I used to a year and a half ago." Nanu quieted before adding. "I only drank when the nightmares of the past became too much." Nanu held still as Guzma continued to hold on to him snugly. Nanu briefly wondered over what was going through the younger punk's head, before deciding he needed to get to work, at least for a little while. "I should follow up with Looker about a possible Ultra Beast sighting."
"Stay a bit longer, old man." Guzma commented, holding Nanu closer and refusing to let go. "Do you not eat in the morning or what?"
"I can get something to eat after I meet with Looker." Nanu said with a shrug. "You should get out and do something as well. Not hang out here in the station." Nanu's breath hitched the faintest bit when one of Guzma's hands slid up beneath his red shirt. "What are you up to now?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Guzma asked with an aggravated groan. "I'm touchin' you."
"I realize that." Nanu agreed readily enough. "What I want to know is why are you touching me?"
"'Cause I want to." Guzma said simply. "And ya don't seem to mind me doin' that."
Nanu was silent, though he did speak up again when Guzma appeared to be considering sticking a hand down his waistband.
"I am not that young anymore." Nanu stated dryly. "Try again later tonight, if you really want to keep going with…this." Nanu closed his eyes briefly when Guzma maneuvered one of his hands down his pants, after tugging the belt loose. Nanu could tell that his body had no interest in being felt up at that point in time aside from a friendly twitch. "I told you I'm not that young, Guzma."
The punk grumbled his disappointment from where his cheek was pressed to Nanu's shoulder.
"So, what are you going to do today then?" Nanu asked, as if Guzma's hand wasn't closed around his cock, or that the young man continued to keep himself pressed up against his back.
Both men froze when a loud, cheerful voice rang out.
"Uncle Nanu~! Are you home?"
The Meowth all perked up, eyeing the door expectantly as many purred and let out happy meows.
Nanu was concerned for the briefest moment that Guzma wouldn't move away, but the punk withdrew his hand from Nanu's pants, and stepped away altogether. Nanu half turned to see Guzma pick up his pants and tug them on, adjusting them with a low, frustrated sound. Nanu's lips twitched in a faint smile, fixing his own belt and pants back into place to make himself presentable.
And not a moment too soon, as the doorknob rattled.
Nanu's features shuttered into indifference as the station door opened, and Acerola skipped inside wearing a cheerful smile. It faltered briefly upon seeing Guzma's scowling features, but since Nanu didn't seem to mind his presence, apparently the ghost-type trainer didn't mind either, her smile coming back full-force.
"There is some man with a trench-coat wondering where you are." Acerola announced. "He said he'd wait for you at the motel near Tapu Village."
Nanu narrowed red eyes at Guzma, who offered a faint grin in return. An idea occurred to him, one that would allow Nanu some time off from being shadowed Nanu offered a half-smile, and turned to Acerola.
"Why don't you take Guzma with you to Aether House to help out for a few hours? He did need something to do today other than helping me out with the Meowth." Hearing the punk splutter at the very idea, Nanu exited the station with Acerola, and let out his Honchkrow. Nanu didn't intend to dwell lest Guzma try to delay him.
"Tell that man at the motel to try not to scare the tourists." Acerola said. "Some of the locals from Tapu Village were a little wary of him being so suspicious, looking around at objects and muttering to himself."
Nanu frowned at that. Looker wasn't spouting off about Ultra Beasts to the general public, was he?
"Wait just a damn minute!" Guzma called from within the station, before he stumbled out, covered in Meowth that clung to him determinedly with claws.
"Oh, wow, look at all of them. Did you let a few more Meowth into the station since the last time I was here?" Acerola asked, letting out a laugh at the sight of all of the Meowth and the way they shed all over the punk's clothing. "I'll help Guzma untangle himself from those Meowth. They seem to like him, don't they?"
"Yeah, they do." The cop said shortly. "Do you need any help with Aether House today?"
"Extra help would be nice." Acerola said thoughtfully as she looked up at Nanu. "You'll be back at the station later?"
Nanu inclined his head, but didn't stick around over the sight of Guzma stomping in his direction, despite being weighed down by purring felines that refused to let go. Nanu hastily made his leave with Honchkrow, even though he faintly heard Guzma spluttering at him, until Nanu was taken further into the sky.
The punk had yelled something about 'getting the cop for this', even as the Meowth finally made Guzma have to crouch down to shoo them off.
Nanu wore a lopsided smirk. The last he saw of Guzma was the tall punk being pulled along by Acerola, who held him by the jacket. Nanu could just picture the deep scowl the punk would undoubtedly be wearing. It made Nanu smile some more, because he knew that, despite the protests, Guzma would help out at Aether House, even if he didn't seem to want to go at present.
For his part, Nanu had to turn his attention to darker, more troubling thoughts. Ones that involved the Ultra Beasts. Nanu took a slow breath and let out as his fingers clenched into Honchkrow's feathers.
What had Looker found, that he wanted to meet with Nanu at the motel neat Tapu Village?