He doesn't rush them; doesn't pull back out of Mister LaRusso's hold, the gesture that he's presenting. It might be cowardly in a way, where it provides a temporary excuse not to look at him--he can't, if he's too close to him.
But it is temporary, since they do still have a bond to get through--as long as Mister LaRusso doesn't change his mind, doesn't back off. He isn't so far, and for the searching look that catches Robby from the corner of his sight, he does look up at him; a heart twisted in its own knot, only becoming all the more evident with those last words given.
You know I love you, right?
Robby knows the meaning of it--and even that meaning is so much. Some parts of him continuing to wonder if this isn't a game, a play pretend for a man missing his kids. But at the same time, the thought is small; it can't rise above the larger parts of Robby that desperately wants it, and to believe in it too.
He gives a lop-sided smile, soft as it is, mumbling through it: "I love you too."
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But it is temporary, since they do still have a bond to get through--as long as Mister LaRusso doesn't change his mind, doesn't back off. He isn't so far, and for the searching look that catches Robby from the corner of his sight, he does look up at him; a heart twisted in its own knot, only becoming all the more evident with those last words given.
You know I love you, right?
Robby knows the meaning of it--and even that meaning is so much. Some parts of him continuing to wonder if this isn't a game, a play pretend for a man missing his kids. But at the same time, the thought is small; it can't rise above the larger parts of Robby that desperately wants it, and to believe in it too.
He gives a lop-sided smile, soft as it is, mumbling through it: "I love you too."
This is what he wanted, wasn't it? Them.