[ Robby doesn't mean to avoid Mister LaRusso's gaze. He still does, though he looks at him when he squeezes his leg in a brief acknowledgement, a small smile pressed onto his lips that leaves when he looks away. Down at the hand while it's on his knee, then at his own hands--feeling the weight of their conversation, the emotions exposed.
He's never spoken much about it. Everything, and the cracks he's allowing to come through now. Later, he might wonder if it's because of the juvie papers in his pocket that kept him coming back to Miguel, the fight--but it was a fight that became about more than just two people, that was never just about them in the first place.
It's not a bad thing. It's not bad to admit to what he's done, and he feels they're in agreement when Mister LaRusso continues using his phone to get out his messages, which....Robby will start to pay better attention to, watching his hands as he types.
I want to spend time with you again. I want to prove to you I can do better this time.
Robby clasps his hands together, gives a tiny--but more fun--smile as he looks at Mister LaRusso. ]
As you saying you want to be my sensei again? [ ...it doesn't really seem like that, except towards the end, which is why his mind goes that. Back to what their relationship was, even though Mister LaRusso was a quasi-guardian to him in that time he lived with him and the rest of the LaRussos.
But maybe it gives him a good reason to say what he isn't sure he'd get a chance to back in the Valley (at least, not any time soon): ] 'Cause I would say yes.
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He's never spoken much about it. Everything, and the cracks he's allowing to come through now. Later, he might wonder if it's because of the juvie papers in his pocket that kept him coming back to Miguel, the fight--but it was a fight that became about more than just two people, that was never just about them in the first place.
It's not a bad thing. It's not bad to admit to what he's done, and he feels they're in agreement when Mister LaRusso continues using his phone to get out his messages, which....Robby will start to pay better attention to, watching his hands as he types.
I want to spend time with you again. I want to prove to you I can do better this time.
Robby clasps his hands together, gives a tiny--but more fun--smile as he looks at Mister LaRusso. ]
As you saying you want to be my sensei again? [ ...it doesn't really seem like that, except towards the end, which is why his mind goes that. Back to what their relationship was, even though Mister LaRusso was a quasi-guardian to him in that time he lived with him and the rest of the LaRussos.
But maybe it gives him a good reason to say what he isn't sure he'd get a chance to back in the Valley (at least, not any time soon): ] 'Cause I would say yes.