[ The expression on Robby's face doesn't keep. Whatever look it was making, somewhere between resigned--but hopeful?--acceptance, the kind where he knows he's done a lot, that he of all people shouldn't be here in the room with the older man, that he might not deserve to be anything other than remorseful. Well, it drops; when he sees the blur that brings colour to Mister LaRusso's eyes, as he tries to speak against the hoarse state of his throat.
Robby doesn't intend to interject. He doesn't want to interrupt Mister LaRusso if he wants to try and talk, but when he hears what sounds like a sorry-- ]
No, no, Mister LaRusso-- don't speak. [ He lifts himself up from off the floor easily, pushing himself up by the arm on the bed so he can take a seat on its edge. His hand hovering afterwards, uncertain of where to go (should he touch Mister LaRusso?) before he sets it on his lap. ]
Whatever's going on, you don't have to explain it right now. And-- [ He pauses, swallows, nearly chuckles into the sigh he takes as he slowly shakes his head. ] --I'm the last person you need to apologise to. I...
[ His voice dips, his head too, but he lifts it again. A painful hold in his gaze, but one he keeps all the same. ]
I helped Cobra Kai take everything from you, and I didn't think twice about it.
[ It's an ugly confession, a shame in what's already too late to take back. Regret coming when it's already too late: when in the end, the win Robby was hoping for was never possible.
A win he never really saw, but hoped would manifest.
And then it didn't. ]
It wasn't worth it, [ he speaks softly. His hands have come together on his lap, a fingernail idly picking at the back of a knuckle. ] I thought I could be a better person, someone stronger than I was--but I just screwed things up for a lot of people. Even people in Cobra Kai.
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Robby doesn't intend to interject. He doesn't want to interrupt Mister LaRusso if he wants to try and talk, but when he hears what sounds like a sorry-- ]
No, no, Mister LaRusso-- don't speak. [ He lifts himself up from off the floor easily, pushing himself up by the arm on the bed so he can take a seat on its edge. His hand hovering afterwards, uncertain of where to go (should he touch Mister LaRusso?) before he sets it on his lap. ]
Whatever's going on, you don't have to explain it right now. And-- [ He pauses, swallows, nearly chuckles into the sigh he takes as he slowly shakes his head. ] --I'm the last person you need to apologise to. I...
[ His voice dips, his head too, but he lifts it again. A painful hold in his gaze, but one he keeps all the same. ]
I helped Cobra Kai take everything from you, and I didn't think twice about it.
[ It's an ugly confession, a shame in what's already too late to take back. Regret coming when it's already too late: when in the end, the win Robby was hoping for was never possible.
A win he never really saw, but hoped would manifest.
And then it didn't. ]
It wasn't worth it, [ he speaks softly. His hands have come together on his lap, a fingernail idly picking at the back of a knuckle. ] I thought I could be a better person, someone stronger than I was--but I just screwed things up for a lot of people. Even people in Cobra Kai.
[ He helped to make Cobra Kai legitimate. ]
I'm sorry I didn't listen.