[ All the past few months have been for Robby is feeling on the verge of tears, and this, the simple remark that Mister LaRusso is grateful for his presence, that really doesn't matter much--Robby wants to bury himself against the man and give him his all, if that's what he wants. He nearly died. Robby thought he died. He thought he was dead.
He bites his lower lip instead, sucks and chews on it and he lets the emotion roll over him, glancing at the sleeping face. ]
I'll help him, [ he says like a promise, gaze returning to the omen. A sad twist of his lips. ] He's always helping me. All I want is to help him.
[ He speaks the admissions slowly, space between each one. It's all he wants, now and before this day--isn't that the one thing he knows is true? Whatever Mister LaRusso wants, he'll give. And he'll figure something out for the pain, too. He should have some of Melius's potions still on him, maybe in the hallway. ]
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He bites his lower lip instead, sucks and chews on it and he lets the emotion roll over him, glancing at the sleeping face. ]
I'll help him, [ he says like a promise, gaze returning to the omen. A sad twist of his lips. ] He's always helping me. All I want is to help him.
[ He speaks the admissions slowly, space between each one. It's all he wants, now and before this day--isn't that the one thing he knows is true? Whatever Mister LaRusso wants, he'll give. And he'll figure something out for the pain, too. He should have some of Melius's potions still on him, maybe in the hallway. ]