[ If he's at all surprised by the affection, Hei doesn't let on. Instead his palm shifts, fingers skating up and down the bow of her spine, taking his time until their breathing falls together. Part of him badly wants a shower, a snack, some solitude. It's ordinary people -- civilians -- who hang around in bed like this. Civilians who want to cuddle. Civilians who share pillow-talk. Civilians who ... probably have some semblance of a heart. And right now Hei needs to be with somebody who has a heart. Even if that means that in the end, matters become too emotional. But he's long since stopped thinking of Korra in those terms. She's not just an asset or fuck-toy or an emotional liability or anything that can be described by a generic noun -- she's Korra. ]
[ Maybe -- eventually -- that name will stop sounding like a dead end or a mayday call in his mind. Maybe, with a couple thousand more swallows, those solid, prickly lumps of disquiet in his throat will stop forming. ]
[ Saying Go to sleep or Good night or even Take a breather, for some reason, seems both too intimate and too frivolous. And so Hei doesn't do it. He just lets his eyes slip shut, circles his arm around her, and lets her curl closer. ]
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[ Maybe -- eventually -- that name will stop sounding like a dead end or a mayday call in his mind. Maybe, with a couple thousand more swallows, those solid, prickly lumps of disquiet in his throat will stop forming. ]
[ Saying Go to sleep or Good night or even Take a breather, for some reason, seems both too intimate and too frivolous. And so Hei doesn't do it. He just lets his eyes slip shut, circles his arm around her, and lets her curl closer. ]