Robby really can't argue against how Mister LaRusso. Though it's a set of feelings he hasn't had to think about, that are strange to imagine. But my feelings for you [haven't changed].

Didn't they? Somewhere along the lines that Robby's own did for him, the way everything shifted for him that he saw that police officer approach them (him). He had given his protests to his dad in the car outside the school, still seeing the good in Mister LaRusso, the way he always had. He could take the distrust because he had earned it--he had lied to the man before, and he was just angry, worried about Sam, they could talk about it later.

Because this was the same man who told him he was family, gave him so much, and he wouldn't see him as a liar. And maybe Mister LaRusso hadn't been wrong to get mad of him, he had thought, out there with the van he stole from him after leaving Miguel at the bottom of the stairs.

Didn't his feelings change somewhere for him too, or was that all him? It's difficult to fathom, to consider, and he doesn't really have the time or emotion right now for it. He might later, when everything else in the day comes to haunt him before bed.

For now, he's being issued a (joking) threat. Robby sucks in his cheek (it stings, faintly).

"Try and put one on me, and you'll be needing it."

A (joking) threat back, that's maybe made his lips turn up at the edges slightly, and naturally. The kind of joke he wouldn't have ever given Mister LaRusso ever before, but--he thinks he can push it here. Now.

(And if it does hit an okay note, he might scoff a little at it, making the smile try to widen.)