[There are logics and impossibilities here that, reasonably, he should think about. But first he'd have to care about anything, anything at all, besides squeezing hard and saying Lucciola!! a few more times. It's too much and not enough and he feels like his heart is about to burst, and that is what gets him to finally take a step back.
He slaps both of his palms to his cheeks very suddenly, and then flinches--alright, he's awake. If Lucciola didn't have a lance to hold Dio would grab him by the hands and twirl them around, but as it stands he bounces there on the balls of his feet, instead.]
Lucciola. [His throat burns. Don't cry don't cry-] What am I supposed to say when I'm late?
welcomes you into my waiting arms
He slaps both of his palms to his cheeks very suddenly, and then flinches--alright, he's awake. If Lucciola didn't have a lance to hold Dio would grab him by the hands and twirl them around, but as it stands he bounces there on the balls of his feet, instead.]
Lucciola. [His throat burns. Don't cry don't cry-] What am I supposed to say when I'm late?