[ Robby doesn't hear the apology. He doesn't see it, staring into the spot where his father had been. Hollow, empty; and though his limbs had hurt in his hold, he wishes he could have it back. It would feel better than this: the constricting around his throat like a merciless grip, like he has nothing at all.
Look at him, thinking he could be Miyagi-do again after he threw it all away. Like he was ever Miyagi-do to begin with, like he was anything at the start.
Robby's back flinches to the touch, unexpected, a stirring from that dark place in his mind, a familiar home. A cold touch; not because of the coldblood that courses through Mister LaRusso's veins, but by the way he speaks his name. They're in the rehab garden again, and everything is going to come crashing down all around him. There's a 'but' that will come with the kindness, and every good thing he's allowed to believe he has will be gone.
He doesn't want pity. He doesn't want niceties. He just wants the same thing he did that started all this, but he finally knows how he will get; walking with hurried steps off the sparring deck and never looking back, never looking at anyone as he makes his way into the indoor dojo.
The threat to Miyagi-do or Mister LaRusso was never his dad -- the problem was him. ]
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Look at him, thinking he could be Miyagi-do again after he threw it all away. Like he was ever Miyagi-do to begin with, like he was anything at the start.
Robby's back flinches to the touch, unexpected, a stirring from that dark place in his mind, a familiar home. A cold touch; not because of the coldblood that courses through Mister LaRusso's veins, but by the way he speaks his name. They're in the rehab garden again, and everything is going to come crashing down all around him. There's a 'but' that will come with the kindness, and every good thing he's allowed to believe he has will be gone.
He doesn't want pity. He doesn't want niceties. He just wants the same thing he did that started all this, but he finally knows how he will get; walking with hurried steps off the sparring deck and never looking back, never looking at anyone as he makes his way into the indoor dojo.
The threat to Miyagi-do or Mister LaRusso was never his dad -- the problem was him. ]