Pantalone truly doesn't know how it came to this. You must be getting so tired. It makes sense, he should've put you down for a nap ages ago.

But Pantalone hates it when you pull your hair no matter how big your feelings are getting and how overwhelmed you are. He wishes he could help you find a better coping mechanism.

"Hey, no, none of that, little star. C'mere," He chastises, gently pulling your hands away from your head.