[ It can't be fixed. It's stupid, that he even asked in the first place, but it doesn't make his disappointment any less heavy in how it weighs. It's been a long time for the both of them, but it twists at his gut more than it had when he'd heard it from Tory. Had it been because everything was so-- new at that time? Where the news had been surprising, but easier to digest: they had all made the journey to this place, but their travel hadn't brought them here at the same pace, the same time.
He was glad for Tory, happy - that life was treating her well, even with all of Trench's oddities. And it shouldn't bother him, nine months of mostly nothing between them, and yet--
And yet he has to swallow against something hard in his throat as Daniel speaks. Upset, a frustration that he wouldn't voice even if he was given the chance. He knows too well about irrevocable disappointments to do that, and even how to nurse it well into suppression. This is what life is -- this is how it goes.
He's not twitchy this time at Mister LaRusso's voice of reasoning. And it's true, he knows, that it's not his dad's fault, his eyes flickering over to him at the remark, he means well. And by the time the ball is rolled into his court, that hard lump in his throat has softened, his emotions numbed.
His mouth tugs to a side, a twitch of habit. ]
Yeah, I get it. It's not your fault. [ Robby looks at his dad as he says those words; quietly, but without blame. He then shifts a little on the spot, gives his shoulders a roll. ] I just need a ride back into Crenshaw, or... a part of it I know. I'm doing alright - you don't need to worry about me.
I've been getting help.
[ It's not forced, or assertive. It's actually encouraging, aimed to be, the expression Robby gives them unwilling to drop from something neutral - which is a lot better than it could be, given how he looks in worse moods.
But Robby gets what his father was actually offering. More than just information, or some advice about this or that. Something akin to what he had been searching for in the last of his memories, gone to his dad for, and what he had accepted.
But this time, here - not now. He can't right now. ]
[Johnny is eager to try. And there's a part of him that wants to force his way in to do it. To make up for lost time because of his own poor choices back at home. To be the dad that he wanted to be and get some sort of approval from that he desperately craved. He didn't want to just back away but he was absolutely terrified of screwing things up again.
The tension finally starts to die down when he hears Daniel speak up a bit more in defense of his position. There's a brief moment where his expression actually softens just a touch. But it's only fleeting and he pushes those feelings down in favor of what he believes is saving face.]
Of course, I do. I just want to help-
[And he cuts himself before he tries to push for it again. Robby's offered him an olive branch and while Johnny absolutely hated the taste of olives he figured he might as well take it.]
-But sure.
If you need a lift. I- [And he actually glances over to Daniel. Thankful for the last effort he made, he's willing to throw him a bone too.] -We can give you a lift over there.
Look at that, big boy. Daniel looks visibly surprised to hear it from the other in a way he couldn't hide even if he would have tried - but he doesn't even try, not in this moment. Instead his eyes widen for a moment as he stares at Johnny, before his expression changes into something very, very vaguely amused.
He reaches out, giving the Johnny a manly pat on the back in recognition of the other trying his best here. Especially since he's not only trying his relative best with Daniel here - surprising, given their.. well, everything since the day Daniel showed up here - but also with Robby. Daniel can't bridge the gap between the other two more than he's already tried here, but he hopes that it helps them. It seems like something they'll have to work out later, anyway. Just like Robby told him he didn't want to talk about the past right now.
So if a lift is what they can help him out with right now-- ]
Well, what are we waiting for then?
[ Daniel walks back around the car, getting in on his passenger side seat once more.. even though he sure dreads Johnny racing through the streets of Trench once more, but he also doesn't want to start a fight as dumb as 'who gets to drive' in front of Robby. ]
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Date: 2022-09-10 10:09 pm (UTC)He was glad for Tory, happy - that life was treating her well, even with all of Trench's oddities. And it shouldn't bother him, nine months of mostly nothing between them, and yet--
And yet he has to swallow against something hard in his throat as Daniel speaks. Upset, a frustration that he wouldn't voice even if he was given the chance. He knows too well about irrevocable disappointments to do that, and even how to nurse it well into suppression. This is what life is -- this is how it goes.
He's not twitchy this time at Mister LaRusso's voice of reasoning. And it's true, he knows, that it's not his dad's fault, his eyes flickering over to him at the remark, he means well. And by the time the ball is rolled into his court, that hard lump in his throat has softened, his emotions numbed.
His mouth tugs to a side, a twitch of habit. ]
Yeah, I get it. It's not your fault. [ Robby looks at his dad as he says those words; quietly, but without blame. He then shifts a little on the spot, gives his shoulders a roll. ] I just need a ride back into Crenshaw, or... a part of it I know. I'm doing alright - you don't need to worry about me.
I've been getting help.
[ It's not forced, or assertive. It's actually encouraging, aimed to be, the expression Robby gives them unwilling to drop from something neutral - which is a lot better than it could be, given how he looks in worse moods.
But Robby gets what his father was actually offering. More than just information, or some advice about this or that. Something akin to what he had been searching for in the last of his memories, gone to his dad for, and what he had accepted.
But this time, here - not now. He can't right now. ]
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Date: 2022-09-10 11:29 pm (UTC)The tension finally starts to die down when he hears Daniel speak up a bit more in defense of his position. There's a brief moment where his expression actually softens just a touch. But it's only fleeting and he pushes those feelings down in favor of what he believes is saving face.]
Of course, I do. I just want to help-
[And he cuts himself before he tries to push for it again. Robby's offered him an olive branch and while Johnny absolutely hated the taste of olives he figured he might as well take it.]
-But sure.
If you need a lift. I- [And he actually glances over to Daniel. Thankful for the last effort he made, he's willing to throw him a bone too.] -We can give you a lift over there.
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Date: 2022-09-13 08:26 am (UTC)Look at that, big boy. Daniel looks visibly surprised to hear it from the other in a way he couldn't hide even if he would have tried - but he doesn't even try, not in this moment. Instead his eyes widen for a moment as he stares at Johnny, before his expression changes into something very, very vaguely amused.
He reaches out, giving the Johnny a manly pat on the back in recognition of the other trying his best here. Especially since he's not only trying his relative best with Daniel here - surprising, given their.. well, everything since the day Daniel showed up here - but also with Robby. Daniel can't bridge the gap between the other two more than he's already tried here, but he hopes that it helps them. It seems like something they'll have to work out later, anyway. Just like Robby told him he didn't want to talk about the past right now.
So if a lift is what they can help him out with right now-- ]
Well, what are we waiting for then?
[ Daniel walks back around the car, getting in on his passenger side seat once more.. even though he sure dreads Johnny racing through the streets of Trench once more, but he also doesn't want to start a fight as dumb as 'who gets to drive' in front of Robby. ]