[ Aches and pains are nothing for a teen in all his youth. Okay, they still hurt, but Robby can pinch his features in the way he does and sit up where gravity has pulled him down to, where one fussy old sensei can hover over him, or close to. Where his words land and settle on Robby that much closer, and he can look up from rubbing his side, and see the man looking back at him.

He has to look away from the glow before long, like he's getting too close to the sun. Chuckling, a nonchalance: ]

It's called an invert. I remembered seeing what you did, and thought it'd be fun to try it like that--it doesn't matter how you train it, just that you get used to the motions, right? The right balance.

[ He tacks that on, but it's true--because learning it on his skateboard didn't help him set up the move in karate, but it gave him help getting there. Made him less afraid of the fall, or tumble. ]

You can do it too. [ ...maybe not with a skateboard, but a sap will inspire a sap, Robby looking back up with that reassurance. A belief, and why not?

Sometimes, you just need someone to believe in you to give you a reason to even try. ]