[ He hadn't needed any of that. The truth, the reality of the world--Robby knows. But with the fact that bad things will happen, so is the fact that Mister LaRusso will put himself in danger for him, even when he doesn't agree with it. But maybe that's the thing about that thinking: that Mister LaRusso isn't the only person with it. That he can't expect to put his life on the line recklessly and not expect anyone else to do the same.

That's just the stubborn way people can be, isn't it.

Robby's hand seek Mister LaRusso's own, the one trapped against his body and the bed. Fingers wrapping around his, his head tilting into Mister LaRusso's chest as he lets his thoughts slow to the gentle touch trailing through his hair. His thumb rubbing now and then against the back of Mister LaRusso's knuckles. ]

You know...you can't get mad if someone decides to rescue you once or twice, then. [ If they ever get a chance. Because it seems almost impossible, a stupid thing for Robby to say once the words are out, but he'll pretend for this moment that it'd ever happen. As if it doesn't seem like Mister LaRusso is saving him all the time.

His eyes flicker upward, to see if he can catch the man's eyes. ]

You don't get to be the only one sticking your neck out [ ... ] just 'cause you're a dad.