Robby nods; a twitch of his lips, a bittersweet understanding. Of course he always knew, even if--well, the even ifs don't really matter anymore. He's letting go of them, now. Hoping to, at least; that this release will stick, once everything is said and done, and that his recuperation after his corruption isn't just making him push those feelings aside, only to creep back into his life later on. Like they did once before.
But he doesn't need them. An impossibility, when he already has something real, more permanent.
A future creeping now into the present, between them, that's already been there for a while. It tingles through his nerves, up his limbs and leaves Robby giddy with anticipation. Sombre around the edges, but warm in the core; even if (Mister--no) his dad continues down their bittersweet history, that sweeter taste still manages to follow after.
It swells in him, pleasantly. Shy glances taken his dad's way, the progression of their relationship now what takes centre place. Maybe the history with Silver will come up again, but right now? Robby doesn't want to help his shadow hover over them. Like it already does with his dad, as it could have threatened to keep, now.
No.
His thumbs twiddle some, as this time, he has to work himself to speak for a good reason. No hesitations over fear or shame, though taking a first step can always seem more like a leap.
But he looks over, smiles,
"I like the idea of being your kid anyway....dad."
and puts aside his anxieties, and takes the leap anyway. All the way, committed.
"I love you."
And what else can his words mean, but: You mean the world to me.
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Robby nods; a twitch of his lips, a bittersweet understanding. Of course he always knew, even if--well, the even ifs don't really matter anymore. He's letting go of them, now. Hoping to, at least; that this release will stick, once everything is said and done, and that his recuperation after his corruption isn't just making him push those feelings aside, only to creep back into his life later on. Like they did once before.
But he doesn't need them. An impossibility, when he already has something real, more permanent.
A future creeping now into the present, between them, that's already been there for a while. It tingles through his nerves, up his limbs and leaves Robby giddy with anticipation. Sombre around the edges, but warm in the core; even if (Mister--no) his dad continues down their bittersweet history, that sweeter taste still manages to follow after.
It swells in him, pleasantly. Shy glances taken his dad's way, the progression of their relationship now what takes centre place. Maybe the history with Silver will come up again, but right now? Robby doesn't want to help his shadow hover over them. Like it already does with his dad, as it could have threatened to keep, now.
No.
His thumbs twiddle some, as this time, he has to work himself to speak for a good reason. No hesitations over fear or shame, though taking a first step can always seem more like a leap.
But he looks over, smiles,
"I like the idea of being your kid anyway....dad."
and puts aside his anxieties, and takes the leap anyway. All the way, committed.
"I love you."
And what else can his words mean, but: You mean the world to me.