It's strange to find himself in that position again. He wants to help him, he always did from the first moment he saw something was wrong, heard the whispers among the staff, stories about what he was like even before Carter stumbled into his life. But he's seen so much of this before, in Benton. It's like trying to move a mountain. As much as he might want to, he knows he can't make Robby do anything he doesn't want to do.
All he could do was let him know he was there, hope that he saw that. Arguing with him would just make things worse, maybe even push him away. Again, he's been through that before, seen what it's like to come to blows with someone so endlessly stubborn.
Is he like that too? Please don't let this be something I've got going for me as well. Although, given his prior history maybe that ship has already sailed. Stubbornness definitely runs in the family.
He doesn't have time to react as he finds himself being pulled into the nearest empty exam room, brows raising as he looks around instinctively, as if to make sure nobody's following. Admittedly, he's half expecting to be scolded. For what? He's not even sure, but he's bracing his shoulders just in case.
What he hears, however? Has them sinking down again, lips parting, mouth agape as he wants to say something but for a moment nothing comes out. "Dad, I..." They're the only words that fall between his lips, blinking a couple of times as he tries to process it. "Did it... did it help?" Is his first question. He's not judging, how can he? He wouldn't, couldn't, even if he wanted to. "And yeah, I... I won't tell Dmytro. This stays between us. I just... why not tell him? You needed help, there's nothing wrong with that." Says the guy who plunged into addiction and only got help when he was found out by Robby and practically dragged into the realisation that he, in fact, didn't have a handle on it.
