[ The light from the window filters through, a mellow collision of orange and pink. Hei fixes his eyes on the glow, ignoring Korra. It's not that he's not listening; he's simply thoughtful. A quiet concern for Pai pulses through him like a drug released into his bloodstream. But after a moment, he shakes himself out of it. Blinks at Korra, and for one expressionless moment it seems as if he's going to say, Yeah, you should. Instead he reaches out wordlessly, fingers looping around her wrist -- and swings her in. It's not a gentle embrace -- it's rough and tight and a little forceful. But it's sincere. ]
[ Threading his arms around her, he drops his head so their foreheads touch. Quietly, he asks, ]
Don't want to be left alone with me?
[ The moment he rolls into himself, she gets jittery. He's noticed it over and over. He can't blame her; but he wishes he could explain, that it's easier to turn yourself off as a human being, than to engage in a universe full of tangled emotions and ideas, each one coiling around you, chokingly-tight. ]
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[ Threading his arms around her, he drops his head so their foreheads touch. Quietly, he asks, ]
Don't want to be left alone with me?
[ The moment he rolls into himself, she gets jittery. He's noticed it over and over. He can't blame her; but he wishes he could explain, that it's easier to turn yourself off as a human being, than to engage in a universe full of tangled emotions and ideas, each one coiling around you, chokingly-tight. ]