[ Hei can feel an unease pool the silence between him and Korra. To dispel it, he clears his throat, and says, ] Two. [ At least, that's the dose that works for him. His voice is calm, but he's gripping his own knees so tightly they ache. Disappointment and frustration are two black eels splashing in a viscid stream inside him, tangling ferociously around each other with needle-teeth flashing. With effort, he sweeps them aside -- like Korra's hair, gathered away from her shoulder as he trails a single finger down her spine. Not seductive, but almost scientific. ]
Tell me where it hurts,
[ he says, and hefts the ice-pack. Other sentences dance at the tip of his tongue. I missed you and I'm glad to see you, but he swallows them down, slams the gates on the emotions tethered to each one. As it is, he's wrestling with a sensation of being dangerously unsettled -- exposed -- and unable to put a bead on why. ]
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Tell me where it hurts,
[ he says, and hefts the ice-pack. Other sentences dance at the tip of his tongue. I missed you and I'm glad to see you, but he swallows them down, slams the gates on the emotions tethered to each one. As it is, he's wrestling with a sensation of being dangerously unsettled -- exposed -- and unable to put a bead on why. ]