The change of positions is unexpected, but not unwelcome. He watches as Mister LaRusso settles beside him, his gaze having returned to the spot he thought he'd got until he came over--but it makes sense, once he thinks about it. If they're going bleed for this, would Mister LaRusso want to cut him? Though Robby knows that he'd probably prefer not to; it'd make more sense for them to do it to themselves. That's the kind of man he actually is.
...but can't events change people? Isn't there sometimes where, maybe...
His new father is sweet beside him, talking to him like he's missed (before his recovery--he's been getting a lot of this since after his corruption), but he's being distracted: from himself, and the omen stirring within him. A series of thoughts--he could take the clippers after him, dig in deep; why not? it won't come close to the same amount, shouldn't he offer it?--that Robby only responds once he nudges. A small breathy chuckle, a smile squeezed, and his hands fiddle with his arms until he sets them down on his lap.
"I'm fine with it," he finally answers; mouth still open to continue, but the words he wants to say--they won't come out. He moves a hand over the back of a wrist. He breathes in. He breathes out.
"...you know, if there's a part of you that wants to get back at me," he says quietly, less confident than he felt just a moment ago, "--I wouldn't think less of you. You're a good person to me. I-- I wanted you to know that."
I want to give you the choice. Because isn't that the compromise he can come down to with his omen? That this place can change a person, and he doesn't want to make Mister LaRusso turn back on this idea by even making the suggestion, but shouldn't he be willing to offer it?
"I did a lot to you."
Even if he's willing to be his father now, still--
What if that part exists in Mister LaRusso who would take it? Just like there's some part of him that exists inside himself to do it first.
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...but can't events change people? Isn't there sometimes where, maybe...
His new father is sweet beside him, talking to him like he's missed (before his recovery--he's been getting a lot of this since after his corruption), but he's being distracted: from himself, and the omen stirring within him. A series of thoughts--he could take the clippers after him, dig in deep; why not? it won't come close to the same amount, shouldn't he offer it?--that Robby only responds once he nudges. A small breathy chuckle, a smile squeezed, and his hands fiddle with his arms until he sets them down on his lap.
"I'm fine with it," he finally answers; mouth still open to continue, but the words he wants to say--they won't come out. He moves a hand over the back of a wrist. He breathes in. He breathes out.
"...you know, if there's a part of you that wants to get back at me," he says quietly, less confident than he felt just a moment ago, "--I wouldn't think less of you. You're a good person to me. I-- I wanted you to know that."
I want to give you the choice. Because isn't that the compromise he can come down to with his omen? That this place can change a person, and he doesn't want to make Mister LaRusso turn back on this idea by even making the suggestion, but shouldn't he be willing to offer it?
"I did a lot to you."
Even if he's willing to be his father now, still--
What if that part exists in Mister LaRusso who would take it? Just like there's some part of him that exists inside himself to do it first.
They don't even have to speak about it.