[ Robby's hands are ready, in case Mister LaRusso might drop it, ready to take over or react. But he seems to manage to get it down despite the shaking involved, and Robby watches him, nibbling on his bottom lip as he does.
He should've seen the bottle being held out before it happens, honestly. A part of him surely did. ]
... [ And he's hesitant on what to say, looking at the bottle. He could take it and drink it just to make Mister LaRusso feel better, or pretend to--but Robby wants him to have all of it. But Mister LaRusso can be stubborn, he might plead...
Still. ] You got hurt a lot worse than me, you're the one in pain. [ He presses his hand against the bottle and Mister LaRusso's hand, nudging it back towards him. ] I'll be okay-- and I'll be better if you drank it all.
[ He looks at Mister LaRusso, eyes pleading, because he can do some pleading himself. Cut Mister LaRusso off from the draw, the worried pinch of his mouth and all. ]
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He should've seen the bottle being held out before it happens, honestly. A part of him surely did. ]
... [ And he's hesitant on what to say, looking at the bottle. He could take it and drink it just to make Mister LaRusso feel better, or pretend to--but Robby wants him to have all of it. But Mister LaRusso can be stubborn, he might plead...
Still. ] You got hurt a lot worse than me, you're the one in pain. [ He presses his hand against the bottle and Mister LaRusso's hand, nudging it back towards him. ] I'll be okay-- and I'll be better if you drank it all.
[ He looks at Mister LaRusso, eyes pleading, because he can do some pleading himself. Cut Mister LaRusso off from the draw, the worried pinch of his mouth and all. ]
I promise I'll be okay, [ he adds softly. ]