[Korra can be a little decadent. Hei also has less hair to wash, though.
While he's in the shower, she takes a seat at the kitchen table. She fingers her hair pieces, but doesn't try to put them back in yet. Her hair's too wet, and she likes having her hair down.
She looks up when he comes back into the kitchen, and her eyes widen in surprise.]
My coat.
[She hesitates before taking it, not knowing what to feel. How did he get it? How long has he had it? Why is he giving it back to her now? Touching it brings up a dizzying rush of memories, most of them painful. She can still taste the fear, the hurt, the shame. She still doesn't understand what happened, and she's already tried asking.
At the same time, that jacket is more to her than just that night. It's a piece of home; it's a piece of who she is. She cradles it to her chest.]
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While he's in the shower, she takes a seat at the kitchen table. She fingers her hair pieces, but doesn't try to put them back in yet. Her hair's too wet, and she likes having her hair down.
She looks up when he comes back into the kitchen, and her eyes widen in surprise.]
My coat.
[She hesitates before taking it, not knowing what to feel. How did he get it? How long has he had it? Why is he giving it back to her now? Touching it brings up a dizzying rush of memories, most of them painful. She can still taste the fear, the hurt, the shame. She still doesn't understand what happened, and she's already tried asking.
At the same time, that jacket is more to her than just that night. It's a piece of home; it's a piece of who she is. She cradles it to her chest.]
Thank you.