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[ He'd been tired -- and contemplating sleep -- long before she'd contacted him. Now, all the hours -- days -- he's been awake seem to be crunching together, like pleats in an accordion, crunching him with them. When they expand again, he'll wonder at his own lapse of alertness. He'll hear, once more, that sneering inner-voice: Soft as pudding. Too soft to stay alive much longer. ]

[ But for now a lethargic wave goes through his whole body, and as the inside of his skull is flooded with a slow darkness, his heavy head settles against the round of Korra's shoulder. He isn't conscious of putting it there. He only feels the curve of skin and bone, and her warm hair prickling his face. ]

[ His fingers are still loosely twined with hers. There's a vague flicker of images behind his eyes -- all Pai-shaped, Pai-scented -- before he drops off to an uneasy sleep. ]

[anatural]

[.....okay, he's too tall for that to really work. As much as Korra enjoys having him lean against her, but he's going to get a crink in his neck if he stays that way for too long.]

You should lie down for real. [Said quietly, so as not to wake him, which kind of defeats the purpose of saying it in the first place but it's not like she's thinking very clearly herself. She slides down, trying to gently encourage him to slip into a more lying-down-like position himself.]

[mortemscintilla]

Hmm.

[ Hei stirs. For a moment it seems he might wake up again, sleep jostled just out of his reach, to speak to her. He has, after all, dozed in conditions much worse than this. A crick in the neck is nothing. But no; he murmurs something half-indecipherable, and descends with a soft thump against the pillows, back into motionless silence. The feel of Korra's body against his, not waiflike the way Pai's was, or cool and serenely still like Amber's, is nonetheless comforting. His hands nestle in the small space between them, Korra's fingers still wrapped in his. ]

[ Right now it's so easy to forget everything except his own exhaustion and the animal comfort of shared body-heat. ]

[anatural]

[Much better. Korra squeezes his hand and leans her head on top of his. She's not sleepy; her body hurts too much for that, but she closes her eyes anyway and just enjoys the moment.

Eventually, though, her bladder makes a fuss and she carefully slides out of bed, trying not to wake him.]