His head is still spinning, still trying to recover from all the praise, adoration, and love he just poured into the god above him. Gods get power from the worship of mortals, and Childe has inadvertently made Scaramouche more powerful just by this action alone. His romantic feelings, prior to him becoming a true god, had always been persistent yet hidden from view for him- so he knew deep down that he wants this, longs for it, even.

Is it possible to worship two gods, or can he continue to serve the Tsaritsa while also devoting himself to Scaramouche?

He can feel a little bit of control return to him, but Tartaglia is very much still under the throes of turning to his new god and loving him unconditionally and with all of his heart, mind, and soul. He shouldn't accept this, and yet, he still feels the pull of himself towards Scaramouche, and his hand rises from the side of the bed to reach up and gingerly attempt to touch the puppet's cheek.

"I...I shouldn't..."

Yet his eyes dilate in awe and reverence, love exuding from him in two ways- worship, and romantically. Everything hurts, his body broken, and what can he do without the forgiveness of his god?

"...yet, I wouldn't be happy if I were to turn away from You. You fill me with the will to keep fighting, to topple any other gods who stand in my path, to brandish my blade and fell even the mightiest of foes. I've loved you long before you ever became a god. I am your first, true follower."

His eyes are desperate, needing the support of Scaramouche more than ever in this moment, before he's allowed more of his spirit back to realize the transgression he may be committing against the Tsaritsa.

"Help me, Scaramouche. Please. Please."