Robby knows what Mister LaRusso can be like, but when it comes to that remark--that confession, even, it sits on Robby uncomfortably. Unexpected. I have a lot to make up for. It's a sentiment he's sure the man has given before, he thinks, and yet...Robby had figured it was over and done with. The actions he can wager a good guess on what he's referring to, and his own screw-ups along with them.
That's what it digs up, for Robby. His own mistakes that he thought were long buried, and he's quiet in the face of the joking, awkward to have unveiled. Biting on his inner lip, his gaze coming back onto Mister LaRusso with a furrowed brow. His fingers motionless around the man's hand. ]
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Robby knows what Mister LaRusso can be like, but when it comes to that remark--that confession, even, it sits on Robby uncomfortably. Unexpected. I have a lot to make up for. It's a sentiment he's sure the man has given before, he thinks, and yet...Robby had figured it was over and done with. The actions he can wager a good guess on what he's referring to, and his own screw-ups along with them.
That's what it digs up, for Robby. His own mistakes that he thought were long buried, and he's quiet in the face of the joking, awkward to have unveiled. Biting on his inner lip, his gaze coming back onto Mister LaRusso with a furrowed brow. His fingers motionless around the man's hand. ]
I thought that was in the past.
[ I thought we forgave each other. ]