[ There's a faint quirk to his eyebrow when she calls him Mako. It's a moment before he connects it -- oh. The red scarf. Hard to stay oblivious, when she carries the boy's possession around like a banner of moony-eyed mourning. He's not sure what the deal was with Korra's group of friends. Just knows that it was a polygonal mess of hormones. Useful, in the end. Anyone could've been used as leverage against the other. ]
[ They're all gone now. But the element of leverage is still in play. ]
[ Even so, he tugs distractedly at his scarf. Regards Korra, his eyes carefully taking in any anomalies. Bruises, stench of alcohol, dilated pupils. After their last conversation, he's expecting her to shrink away from him. That she doesn't reveals a disconnect between her mind and the Now. As if she's come out of a trance. ]
What were you doing on the snow? [ It's neutral-toned, his body neither closing the gaps between them, or retreating. ]
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[ They're all gone now. But the element of leverage is still in play. ]
[ Even so, he tugs distractedly at his scarf. Regards Korra, his eyes carefully taking in any anomalies. Bruises, stench of alcohol, dilated pupils. After their last conversation, he's expecting her to shrink away from him. That she doesn't reveals a disconnect between her mind and the Now. As if she's come out of a trance. ]
What were you doing on the snow? [ It's neutral-toned, his body neither closing the gaps between them, or retreating. ]