Re: Calvin/Tad
Calvin watched Tad, listening to his explanation. He was sad for the boy, a large hand gently reaching out to push away tears. However, the boy had started to swear and run away. Neither of which Calvin was going to accept. Sighing, he reached a hand out to grab Tad's before he ran away, but missed. While he didn't want to be the bad guy, it was easier to bring Tad back to him than it was to chase him through the dance.
"Tad," said the man gently as he held out his hands, wrapping his arms around the boy in a warm hug once his telekinesis brought the boy to him. "Lets go sit out here in the hall and talk, okay? I'm sure none of the things you made are shit, that's impossible. Because people love even the ugliest of things because it's the thought that always counts." Carrying Tad out, holding him like he were his own son in a protective, fatherly fashion, he set the boy down and knelt in front of him.
"He was probably overcome with happiness. The impression I get of Dante is that he doesn't know how to respond to things appropriately. Maybe he just needs some time to let it sink in?"