[The problem is, he has an idea of what he wants, but he doesn't know how to get what he wants. Tartaglia sits silent for a moment, looking down at the ground as he thinks now about what he just said. He wishes in this split second that he would of thought about it beforehand and not just let the words slip out, but thankfully, Childe is a man who's able to take a situation and turn it around to his advantage in a heartbeat most of the time.
Though he's looking at the ground, his eyes shift over to look at her hand, sitting idly in her lap. Should he take it? That'd be a bold move to start this out.]
Well...
[He says after what feels to him specifically like an excruciatingly long moment, wondering if Lumine will pick up on the fact that he's really not acting like himself right now. Tartaglia doesn't generally lack for confidence, but right now, he's unsure of what to do that won't scare her off.]
I want to do something that will forever etch this into your memory, so that no matter how far apart we are, you'll be able to look fondly back on it. I don't want to leave here with the only impression you have of me being that of myself in a weakened state where I'm limited in my capacity to do much of anything.
[He has to sigh as he admits that out loud, as much as he hates it. But he feels comfortable enough with her to let himself be that vulnerable, something he can't really say for most people he knows. He can't even be that way with his own siblings.
But he reaches slowly for her hand, gingerly slipping his palm into one of her own to take it and pull it towards him, holding it gently. Tartaglia treats it as if it were a privilege he could lose at any time if she so chose to retract it. And if he's being honest with himself, he's expecting her to pull away anyway.]
THAT'S RIGHT YOU LITTLE SQUEAKER WE DON'T NEED YOU AROUND RN
Though he's looking at the ground, his eyes shift over to look at her hand, sitting idly in her lap. Should he take it? That'd be a bold move to start this out.]
Well...
[He says after what feels to him specifically like an excruciatingly long moment, wondering if Lumine will pick up on the fact that he's really not acting like himself right now. Tartaglia doesn't generally lack for confidence, but right now, he's unsure of what to do that won't scare her off.]
I want to do something that will forever etch this into your memory, so that no matter how far apart we are, you'll be able to look fondly back on it. I don't want to leave here with the only impression you have of me being that of myself in a weakened state where I'm limited in my capacity to do much of anything.
[He has to sigh as he admits that out loud, as much as he hates it. But he feels comfortable enough with her to let himself be that vulnerable, something he can't really say for most people he knows. He can't even be that way with his own siblings.
But he reaches slowly for her hand, gingerly slipping his palm into one of her own to take it and pull it towards him, holding it gently. Tartaglia treats it as if it were a privilege he could lose at any time if she so chose to retract it. And if he's being honest with himself, he's expecting her to pull away anyway.]