...If only it would get better with time. The doormat act never stops. Never. ...Ever.
Thank goodness for Lightning's discretion with the more violent end of the emotional spectrum though; admittedly, Gordin is a little more, ah..."Fragile" thanks to this bizarre little sequence of events. Even a particularly harsh glare could have him in tears.

Thankfully he's keeping it all together for now; that would be the last straw on this camel's back and even he knows it.
Jobs, though...His family have a farm; menial labour isn't above him, for all the prestige he should've earned by now. Become a knight, they said. You'll get to ride a horse and earn lots of money, they said.

"That's alright, I'm used to working my way up! I won't let me being new stop me from being useful, and--"
Oh gods, he's getting way too excited over jobs for his own good. There's no way in hell he's going to cope with working deep fryers or anything, but at least the ambition's there?
"--And I won't get in anyone's way, ma'am! You can count on me!"