[ It's the touch to his forehead that leads to Robby stirring. Lips rolling together, dry and parched, pulled from a dream his brain doesn't even remember as he's pulled away from it. A mumbling that might be from those dreams or from reality, a darkness from his own closed eyes.
Only, there's a weight gone, and this time Robby doesn't imagine it's Mister LaRusso's weight on top of him, a body with no life. ]
L'Russo...? [ He tries mumbling out from where he's rested, his eyes slow to open. The space is dark where he sees, though it might not be true for the rest of the room. Robby doesn't want to stir too much in case the older man is still asleep, but a hand reaches out, fingers searching to touch the body in front of him, snaking up to find his shoulder. Listening, careful.
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Only, there's a weight gone, and this time Robby doesn't imagine it's Mister LaRusso's weight on top of him, a body with no life. ]
L'Russo...? [ He tries mumbling out from where he's rested, his eyes slow to open. The space is dark where he sees, though it might not be true for the rest of the room. Robby doesn't want to stir too much in case the older man is still asleep, but a hand reaches out, fingers searching to touch the body in front of him, snaking up to find his shoulder. Listening, careful.
A hint of worry always present. ]