[ Sleep is an impossible thing to deny. As frantic as Robby had been in his efforts to wake Mister LaRusso from it, there's some comfort in how the two of them are now, some confidence he can feign that things will be better than he thought; because neither his thoughts before waking, nor his thoughts now need to make much sense. Only as long as Mister LaRusso fine--as long as he's safe, that's what's important.
And he feels like that, against him. Closer to him than he had been previous.
Whether Robby noticed the omen won't matter. Tucked in close to Mister LaRusso, it takes a while for him to stir again once he drifts off. His dreams are a hazier type of reality, his sleep both uncomfortable, but continuing on and off without much notice. Robby doesn't remember when he wakes, if he does, until sunrise has long since come and gone.
It's not light that wakes him, but simply his body telling him its time. A new and different kind of exhaustion greeting him as he does come to, a lethargy from limbs unused. There's a cool pack on his forehead, or so he thinks, but it doesn't follow Robby as he tilts his head up, breaking the darkness obscuring his vision, and sees--
Mister LaRusso, eyes closed, quiet as the dead. Robby's been here before, remembers (the man's weight pressed down on him, the darkness, the inability to move, Mister LaRusso--?), and there's a panic that takes a hold of his heart as Robby tries to take a hold of the man's arm to lightly shake. Hurriedly, urgently: ] M-Mister LaRusso?
[ Now would be a good time to notice an omen so one boy doesn't panic wake an injured old man. :( ]
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And he feels like that, against him. Closer to him than he had been previous.
Whether Robby noticed the omen won't matter. Tucked in close to Mister LaRusso, it takes a while for him to stir again once he drifts off. His dreams are a hazier type of reality, his sleep both uncomfortable, but continuing on and off without much notice. Robby doesn't remember when he wakes, if he does, until sunrise has long since come and gone.
It's not light that wakes him, but simply his body telling him its time. A new and different kind of exhaustion greeting him as he does come to, a lethargy from limbs unused. There's a cool pack on his forehead, or so he thinks, but it doesn't follow Robby as he tilts his head up, breaking the darkness obscuring his vision, and sees--
Mister LaRusso, eyes closed, quiet as the dead. Robby's been here before, remembers (the man's weight pressed down on him, the darkness, the inability to move, Mister LaRusso--?), and there's a panic that takes a hold of his heart as Robby tries to take a hold of the man's arm to lightly shake. Hurriedly, urgently: ] M-Mister LaRusso?
[ Now would be a good time to notice an omen so one boy doesn't panic wake an injured old man. :( ]