The explanation should be simple, and exchange of information, and yet the way that Mister LaRusso says it pauses Robby; his hand around the pestle starting its stirring. His eyes on him in an unassuming way, but curious. The way the mood about the man shifts before he even makes his decision.
And when he does, builds up to a further explanation without reaching the ending point, Robby knows. 'I had one of those for a while'; But not because I wanted to.'
Because of what they sat and already spoke about, what Mister LaRusso shared out on the docks about what he went through at his age. Everything always coming back to that man. The one who had come and then slithered off back into the ocean. And yet--
"...Silver," Robby deduces, his throat dry when he says the word. The name. The culprit.
--And yet he never leaves Mister LaRusso. He's always there.
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And when he does, builds up to a further explanation without reaching the ending point, Robby knows. 'I had one of those for a while'; But not because I wanted to.'
Because of what they sat and already spoke about, what Mister LaRusso shared out on the docks about what he went through at his age. Everything always coming back to that man. The one who had come and then slithered off back into the ocean. And yet--
"...Silver," Robby deduces, his throat dry when he says the word. The name. The culprit.
--And yet he never leaves Mister LaRusso. He's always there.