[ He can't put himself entirely into the hold Mister LaRusso gives. It even takes Robby a moment to tilt his head, letting the side of it rest against the man, but he doesn't do much else. Head angled so he's still looking downward, because Robby doesn't particularly feel like being seen, and not even out of some strong sense of humiliation.
But it doesn't make the question any easier, one he both knows the answer to, and yet doesn't want to answer. The day has already been long and heavy enough. ]
I-- I do, [ he tries anyway, the but hanging off his tongue. Except he can't think, he can't get beyond on, and Robby pulls his head back, dallies for a second and then stands on his feet. Not removing himself from Mister LaRusso forcibly, turning around to look at the man after the fact. ]
I need some time-- I need to figure out my own head, [ he says miserably. A note lower: ] Can we talk about this later?
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But it doesn't make the question any easier, one he both knows the answer to, and yet doesn't want to answer. The day has already been long and heavy enough. ]
I-- I do, [ he tries anyway, the but hanging off his tongue. Except he can't think, he can't get beyond on, and Robby pulls his head back, dallies for a second and then stands on his feet. Not removing himself from Mister LaRusso forcibly, turning around to look at the man after the fact. ]
I need some time-- I need to figure out my own head, [ he says miserably. A note lower: ] Can we talk about this later?