it's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight
She found him with his head in his hands, at the very edge of deeper woods.
"Bart? Are you alright?"
"Wh- Gala?!" He was up with a start, fingertips seemingly very accidentally-on-purposefully raking through his bangs to liven up his devilishly-disheveled appearance.
Gala frowned. That's a silly act to put on. There's no one else here but us.
Patience produced an explanation from the ex-pirate, though he swung his back around to do it:
"I just...get so worried I'm gonna offend you, or overwhelm you, or make you not like me anymore."
Not like you...? But...I love you.