Tartaglia wasn't a family person himself. He didn't talk about it too much, and it's not like anyone cared about it, as long as he could bring something to the table. It was usually his family's old garage, singing with a guitar and his "brilliant" humour. Tartaglia thought that he was good enough like that. And it's not like you were really different from him, even though you actually tried to improve your relationship with your mother and improve your grades. Still, you two were really similar. And, because of this, Tartaglia got warmer to you — from calling you a nerd, to calling you hang out together. In the garage. On this battered couch. You couldn't help but get cosy on it with your friend around.