It's always the response Robby feared, the opening that would take this spiralling downhill. Now to be hit with it, shame churns in his stomach, a desire to back down--but what the hell does he have to lose but everything? Staring into the wood of the table, his hands on the omen still, as the reason he came out here plays back in his head. He decided this; he's the one who needs to go through with it.

There's nowhere but forward, now, for the both of them.

"I had a crush on you."

Because it's up to Mister LaRusso if they can be a family once he knows. At least speaking to the table is a little easier than watching the weight of the man's gaze on him, and how it might shift, change; if he'll catch the signs of disappointment and regret he's easily imagined plenty of times before.

He can't completely avoid it if it's to come, but he can give himself some mercy, by a few seconds.