[ Tartaglia doesn't retreat from it, inhabited by this sort of fragile happiness that he's so afraid of crushing by virtue of what he is. Should he play things off slower? Maybe. Kind of feels like he's rushing into it, spurred on by their willingness to go along with him. ]
If you don't get off my lap, I'll have to carry you. If you've got any complaints, you should air them out now.
[ Or else he'll whisk Mira off, and who knows what'll happen then? ]
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[ Tartaglia doesn't retreat from it, inhabited by this sort of fragile happiness that he's so afraid of crushing by virtue of what he is. Should he play things off slower? Maybe. Kind of feels like he's rushing into it, spurred on by their willingness to go along with him. ]
If you don't get off my lap, I'll have to carry you. If you've got any complaints, you should air them out now.
[ Or else he'll whisk Mira off, and who knows what'll happen then? ]