Seconds can feel like hours, though the silence doesn't even come up to a minute. Robby notices when the omen moves from his lap, letting his arms give the creature the room it wants, or needs; and he considers looking to see what's happening, when he knows it's looking at Mister LaRusso, but--
--but does he want to? Is there a look on his face that he wants to be witness to? He shouldn't ignore anything, but it's a struggle, too, when he'll surely be faced with anything that comes next, decision be damned.
...Robby does look, though. Slowly as he goes about it, but still catching the older man's expression before he speaks, seeing something similar in his face as gets carried in his words. An apology that burns at his cheeks, the expectation of where it's to lead. Robby, I-- I'm so sorry, but--you're a kid, I'm married, it was never going to happen.
Except, it doesn't. Instead, Robby stares at Mister LaRusso, puzzled, baffled as to how to even begin, and yet:
"I-- no? You asked to be my dad." Why is he making it sound like this is his fault? It's so out of left field, that it makes it easier, somehow, for Robby to continue. "I-I just liked you 'cause you were nice, and-- I don't know. Does it have to make sense?"
O-okay, maybe he regrets letting himself continue. He is not getting into the details of his crush, thanks!
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--but does he want to? Is there a look on his face that he wants to be witness to? He shouldn't ignore anything, but it's a struggle, too, when he'll surely be faced with anything that comes next, decision be damned.
...Robby does look, though. Slowly as he goes about it, but still catching the older man's expression before he speaks, seeing something similar in his face as gets carried in his words. An apology that burns at his cheeks, the expectation of where it's to lead. Robby, I-- I'm so sorry, but--you're a kid, I'm married, it was never going to happen.
Except, it doesn't. Instead, Robby stares at Mister LaRusso, puzzled, baffled as to how to even begin, and yet:
"I-- no? You asked to be my dad." Why is he making it sound like this is his fault? It's so out of left field, that it makes it easier, somehow, for Robby to continue. "I-I just liked you 'cause you were nice, and-- I don't know. Does it have to make sense?"
O-okay, maybe he regrets letting himself continue. He is not getting into the details of his crush, thanks!