The words burn into him, his throat, his being--he wants to find whoever did this and put his hand on their throat in the same instance he knows he needs to stay. Because who would? Why would they? Robby's staring at the dropped phone, and he wants to know, like he could go and do something about it now.
His fingers start to flex against Mister LaRusso's back, but he stops them. He sucks in a breath, he picks up the phone. ]
Come on, [ he says instead; pushing down on his emotions, biting back what he can't swallow, ] --let me take you back. It's gonna be okay.
[ This time, he doesn't ramble, but moves his legs under him ready to stand, nudging the man beside him with his weight to help to bring him up. Hopes he won't be denied, like maybe he deserves to be; but whatever he deserves doesn't matter, really. It's getting Mister LaRusso somewhere safe. It's getting him taken care of that matters.
There's nowhere here safe, but there's better options than with a bottle and a graveyard said to fuck with your head with the names you'll see. (And Robby might think about it later, why Mister LaRusso was here--
then again, it might not even matter next to the rest suffering him.) ]
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The words burn into him, his throat, his being--he wants to find whoever did this and put his hand on their throat in the same instance he knows he needs to stay. Because who would? Why would they? Robby's staring at the dropped phone, and he wants to know, like he could go and do something about it now.
His fingers start to flex against Mister LaRusso's back, but he stops them. He sucks in a breath, he picks up the phone. ]
Come on, [ he says instead; pushing down on his emotions, biting back what he can't swallow, ] --let me take you back. It's gonna be okay.
[ This time, he doesn't ramble, but moves his legs under him ready to stand, nudging the man beside him with his weight to help to bring him up. Hopes he won't be denied, like maybe he deserves to be; but whatever he deserves doesn't matter, really. It's getting Mister LaRusso somewhere safe. It's getting him taken care of that matters.
There's nowhere here safe, but there's better options than with a bottle and a graveyard said to fuck with your head with the names you'll see. (And Robby might think about it later, why Mister LaRusso was here--
then again, it might not even matter next to the rest suffering him.) ]