Silence is always telling, but Robby doesn't want to listen to it. Not right now, with the stronger implication it allows to form, the more dangerous ground it seems is being trod on. Something severe, personal, and revealing; something worth the reaction that Mister LaRusso gave him over what shouldn't have been that-- well, unusual. Right?
A one-sided set of emotions being set on the table, and not another's potential history being exposed in response.
The omen speaks, but Robby wishes it didn't. He wishes he could speak up himself and tell them both that Mister LaRusso doesn't have to, that he doesn't have to say another word. But his throat is dry, tight, and he isn't sure what to say at all. That maybe this was a mistake, and they never had to talk about this in the first place?
(Only--what if his feelings returned? Those ones. And they had a bond, and Mister LaRusso had to notice them, caught off-guard? And what would he think then? Wouldn't it be wrong? It was the worry he'd carried with him for so long, the reason he never got it. He needs to make sure to kill them with a confession.
But was it worth it? Worth bringing up this?)
But there's no going back once it's started. And once Mister LaRusso finally speaks, Robby gingerly looking over at him again, unsure if he should, the urge to kill the conversation isn't as strong as it was in that brief moment--not with the name shared. Terry Silver. A name that can set off alarm bells for anyone unfortunate to know the man. What he did to Mister LaRusso in the past, taunting and deceiving him.
"...Go," he mumbles to Daniel's omen, dipping his head and giving it a light nudge. Because Robby's not the one who needs him, whether he stays out or returns inside Daniel. The way Luck supports Robby from the inside, feels him there with him, if quiet. But the omen can make up its own mind on what's a good idea, if leaving Robby is, and Robby isn't going to fuss over it. There's just what's been told to him, a subject he shouldn't let hang in the air.
"He--" knew? No, not just knew. "...encouraged it?"
That's too much to ask, isn't it? But that's the pieces of what Mister LaRusso has been leaving on the table, and if Robby's to put them together--but that can't be it, can it? It's a picture Robby can't see, can't fathom. Has never been in the position of.
no subject
A one-sided set of emotions being set on the table, and not another's potential history being exposed in response.
The omen speaks, but Robby wishes it didn't. He wishes he could speak up himself and tell them both that Mister LaRusso doesn't have to, that he doesn't have to say another word. But his throat is dry, tight, and he isn't sure what to say at all. That maybe this was a mistake, and they never had to talk about this in the first place?
(Only--what if his feelings returned? Those ones. And they had a bond, and Mister LaRusso had to notice them, caught off-guard? And what would he think then? Wouldn't it be wrong? It was the worry he'd carried with him for so long, the reason he never got it. He needs to make sure to kill them with a confession.
But was it worth it? Worth bringing up this?)
But there's no going back once it's started. And once Mister LaRusso finally speaks, Robby gingerly looking over at him again, unsure if he should, the urge to kill the conversation isn't as strong as it was in that brief moment--not with the name shared. Terry Silver. A name that can set off alarm bells for anyone unfortunate to know the man. What he did to Mister LaRusso in the past, taunting and deceiving him.
"...Go," he mumbles to Daniel's omen, dipping his head and giving it a light nudge. Because Robby's not the one who needs him, whether he stays out or returns inside Daniel. The way Luck supports Robby from the inside, feels him there with him, if quiet. But the omen can make up its own mind on what's a good idea, if leaving Robby is, and Robby isn't going to fuss over it. There's just what's been told to him, a subject he shouldn't let hang in the air.
"He--" knew? No, not just knew. "...encouraged it?"
That's too much to ask, isn't it? But that's the pieces of what Mister LaRusso has been leaving on the table, and if Robby's to put them together--but that can't be it, can it? It's a picture Robby can't see, can't fathom. Has never been in the position of.
Cruelty over a crush.