[ Robby stops, of course. Mister LaRusso speaks, he touches him, both easy to brush off in theory, but not in reality. He's always been a little too pliable to Mister LaRusso at his best of times, and how could he be otherwise at the man's worst? But Robby is hesitant, paused in his position instead of slumping back down to rest.
Because he's listening to Mister LaRusso say it's fine, but he says a lot is fine or alright about his health. It's the kind of man he is. But he remembers too, something; maybe it's his mind making up memories, but something his sensei's omen said about being there. It being the best help? Was it?
His eyes gaze over the man, teeth chewing on his inner lip. ]
Are you sure? I have stuff... [ But maybe it's not what he has he needs to convince Mister LaRusso of, and instead: ] I'm not hurt--just woozy. I didn't get hurt.
[ His voice is soft, words softer. Hesitating again. ]
You protected me.
[ And he wishes he hadn't, despite the trace of appreciation that isn't entirely false. ]
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Because he's listening to Mister LaRusso say it's fine, but he says a lot is fine or alright about his health. It's the kind of man he is. But he remembers too, something; maybe it's his mind making up memories, but something his sensei's omen said about being there. It being the best help? Was it?
His eyes gaze over the man, teeth chewing on his inner lip. ]
Are you sure? I have stuff... [ But maybe it's not what he has he needs to convince Mister LaRusso of, and instead: ] I'm not hurt--just woozy. I didn't get hurt.
[ His voice is soft, words softer. Hesitating again. ]
You protected me.
[ And he wishes he hadn't, despite the trace of appreciation that isn't entirely false. ]