[ At the back of his mind, Hei can almost hear someone scolding him for his coolness, for jumping up too soon. It's not like a drive-through at Mc-fucking-Donald's. Don't crumple it up and trash it as soon as you're done. The words float up out of the mists of his memory, even as he concentrates on Korra's voice. Who'd said that to him? The "voice" of it feels feminine. Amber? He tries to picture the context, but comes up blank, beyond the uneasy stirring of deja vu, a sense of You felt this way with Amber, too. It's all very strange and he doesn't want to be thinking about it. ]
[ Instead he sits up, mostly to locate a dustbin and dump the condom in. Settling back in bed, facing Korra this time, he slips his fingers idly through her tangled hair. His tone is contemplative when he asks, ]
Is it a story with a moral?
[ Break it down into the simplest components. If you keep over-analyzing every angle, the answers, if any, will elude you. ]
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[ Instead he sits up, mostly to locate a dustbin and dump the condom in. Settling back in bed, facing Korra this time, he slips his fingers idly through her tangled hair. His tone is contemplative when he asks, ]
Is it a story with a moral?
[ Break it down into the simplest components. If you keep over-analyzing every angle, the answers, if any, will elude you. ]