it's a bitter sweet feeling. to be rid of his mother's ever suffocating presence , to be able to think for himself , act without having to fear the repercussions. it's the first time in his life he really feels he can finally be himself ― but who exactly is he if not charlotte's eldest ? it's all so unclear to him ; what to say , how to behave. he's always been at his mother's side , serving as her ever dutiful son , putting whatever desires he felt aside in order to provide for his family. & it's not that he misses her , because he doesn't. but without mama , perospero feels that he is no one.
when marco speaks again it manages to snap the candy man out of his thoughts , quickly skittering to join him through the door , ducking down once more. âť› coffee , if it isn't too much trouble. âťś he answers with a soft laugh , an exhaustion clear in the way his shoulders sag.
❛ things have been well here ? i worry sometimes ... ❜ a pause , a realization , & then scrambling to speak again. ❛ n ― not that i don't think you couldn't handle it ! i just meant ― um ... ❜ he dips once more to hide beneath the brim of his hat , still clumsy & unpracticed in expressing his affections.