[ Spoilers: He has a crappy hair-dryer. Somewhere. Maybe he'll let you use it. (If he can find it.) ]
[ He watches her face as she takes the jacket, trying to parse those volatile facial expressions of which she has a whole wardrobe. He wouldn't be able to answer any of her questions -- not honestly. Especially not what happened and why. It's as if he'd lived the past few months -- in the City, back home -- in a hallucinogenic blur. Ideas distorted, colors inverted, space and time surreal. Now he's gradually seeing the real picture. In full clarity it's something else entirely. He can look back at all the points at which he could've explained himself better, not shoved her away and into such a state of confusion. ]
[ The idea of opening up, of being right with himself and the world is still anomalous to him. But in picking up Korra's jacket, he'd had a sense that he owed something to her. Owed her at least an apology, if not an explanation. Except both are nonexistent in his vocabulary. This will have to do. Shrugging a shoulder, his eyes cut to the side to determine when her clothes in the spin-cycle will stop. A beat then he murmurs, with a practiced nonchalance, ]
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[ He watches her face as she takes the jacket, trying to parse those volatile facial expressions of which she has a whole wardrobe. He wouldn't be able to answer any of her questions -- not honestly. Especially not what happened and why. It's as if he'd lived the past few months -- in the City, back home -- in a hallucinogenic blur. Ideas distorted, colors inverted, space and time surreal. Now he's gradually seeing the real picture. In full clarity it's something else entirely. He can look back at all the points at which he could've explained himself better, not shoved her away and into such a state of confusion. ]
[ The idea of opening up, of being right with himself and the world is still anomalous to him. But in picking up Korra's jacket, he'd had a sense that he owed something to her. Owed her at least an apology, if not an explanation. Except both are nonexistent in his vocabulary. This will have to do. Shrugging a shoulder, his eyes cut to the side to determine when her clothes in the spin-cycle will stop. A beat then he murmurs, with a practiced nonchalance, ]
I couldn't exactly pawn the thing.