Robby looks down when the touch is given, though he doesn't flinch or make any particular look. The thing is, he doesn't want to show--or admit--that he likes it, that it gives what it's meant to, and maybe more for him. Not because of that sense of stubbornness that's been clinging to him, but more so--maybe he's been missing his mom. He's been missing a certain kind of contact, and he has nothing he can do about these feelings but let them roll through in moments like these.
Think about their situation uselessly, tugging a little on his sleeve.
--ah. ]
There's something you can do for me back. [ Looking back up at him. ] A favour.
[ A deliberate pause, for a look or acknowledge that Mister LaRusso is listening, before... ]
Miss Ives wants to see different kind of dances. [ He tips his head against the back of the sofa, expression unchanging. ] I want your help.
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Robby looks down when the touch is given, though he doesn't flinch or make any particular look. The thing is, he doesn't want to show--or admit--that he likes it, that it gives what it's meant to, and maybe more for him. Not because of that sense of stubbornness that's been clinging to him, but more so--maybe he's been missing his mom. He's been missing a certain kind of contact, and he has nothing he can do about these feelings but let them roll through in moments like these.
Think about their situation uselessly, tugging a little on his sleeve.
--ah. ]
There's something you can do for me back. [ Looking back up at him. ] A favour.
[ A deliberate pause, for a look or acknowledge that Mister LaRusso is listening, before... ]
Miss Ives wants to see different kind of dances. [ He tips his head against the back of the sofa, expression unchanging. ] I want your help.
[ congrats. ]