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[Korra's too surprised to even make a sound of surprise. She lets him settle her on his lap, and takes the proffered tangerine slice.]

Thank you.

[What.

Is.

This.

She's not complaining. He's solid and warm and he smells nice. But it's confusing, too. His displays of what could be considered affection are rare. She's not entirely sure what to do with this.

Enjoy it?

She bites into the slice, blushing a little.]

[ He's not sure affection is the proper word. Its connotations -- warmth, tenderness, kindness -- are tangential in Hei's life. The moments where he'd unbent enough to offer them were mostly to achieve a calculated goal. But indulgent doesn't fit either. Their little fling is lopsided in many aspects, but that makes it sound like he regards her as a child -- or at least someone needing care and attention. ]

[ (Is that really too far off from how you treat her?) The implication is disturbing. As is the knowledge that Pai's absence has left parts of himself dispersed so far away, he has to snatch at echoes to fill the void. He tries to push it aside. ]

[ Thinking bad. Fruits tasty. ]

[ Quietly, he feeds her, and himself, with sticky slices. His fingertips smell strongly of orange as he touches her chin. Wryly, he says, ] Next time you let me tickle your tonsillectomy scar [ if her world has tonsillectomies -- or understands that euphemism ] it's a good idea to leave the clothes off. [ Face it. Damp hair and the scent of a stranger's detergent are as much a giveaway as stains. ]

[Children aren't the only people who need care and attention. Everybody does (otherwise they become hard, bitter people like you, Hei). That's what people have family and pets and friends and lovers. In different ways, to varying degrees, everybody needs to feel valued.

She's still a little tense with confusion, but little by little, she settles back against him, letting him feed her. It seems to be a thing with him.

His comment is met with a blank look.]

Huh?

[That....made absolutely no sense to her.]

[ Hard and bitter -- but that's just a byproduct of a life where softness is a liability. While it's true that everyone (even monsters) need lovingconcern, it's equally true you can survive without it. Or if you are loved, there's no guarantee you won't become a monster anyway. Besides: love? Has a short shelf life. He's learnt to subsist on a far more meager gruel. The skills and mindsets that keep him alive in his profession only cause problems in the civilian world. By now, he's used to living in his own head. ]

[ It's certainly not like he traverses continents playing violins for his own ass all the time. At least, not often. ]

[ He doesn't bother to hide his amusement at her blank look. Popping the last slice into his mouth, he murmurs, ] Nothing. [ Mouth tangy with juice, he leans in to kiss her. It's short but sweet, a parting seal. Breaking away, he gently nudges her off as the dryer alarm goes off. ] Your clothes are done.

[Korra would play them for him, if she knew how. Or just...care. She knows how to care.

She harrumphs in irritation at his amused look, but the kiss proves an effective distraction, short as it is. When the dryer signals its end, she slides off his lap reluctantly.

But hey, at least her clothes are warm. She drops the towel and quickly shimmies into them, enjoying their heat with a little hum of contentment.]

Thanks again.

[ If she cared, he wouldn't know what to do with it. Or, more truthfully, he would know. Habit and training would demand he take advantage of such a bright-red target laid out before him. If he couldn't bring himself to do that, he'd be forced to shut himself off. Withdraw, because any vulnerability is equated with strings and scorekeepng in his world. Caring is just another way to use people. An illusion and a suspension of logic. ]

[ He lets her pull her clothes on, absently wiping his hands on a napkin. In perhaps the most familiar pattern in his disjointed time in the City, he sees her to the door. The curl at the edge of his mouth isn't a smile. But it's a quiet and soft facsimile, matching the dim play of shadows and light. Fingering the collar of her shirt, he says, ] Head home fast. Stay away from dark corners. [ It's Stay safe in another vocabulary. Locked up in his head, it's often easy for him to forget a physical end of the spectrum that doesn't deal with pain and violence. Her visits, the tiny fragments of normalcy she brings, are a refreshing time-out. ]

[The last thing she does is shrug on her jacket. The weight of it is both familiar and not. Hopefully no one will comment on its sudden appearamce, though that doesn't occur to Korra at this moment.

She follows him to the door and lingers, rolling her eyes a little at his words.]

Yes, Dad.

[The ghouls don't scare her. What she's capable of does.

She stands on tiptoe to kiss him quickly.]

See ya.

[ Dad? Ew. Don't play that game with him. ]

[ He watches her leave, then shuts the door behind her, the warm imprint of his kiss still on his mouth. He's heavy-limbed and played out enough. Maybe he'll actually sleep through the night this time. Might not even dream anything too terrible -- but that's asking for too much. ]

[ (He really, really should invest in getting a pet.) ]

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