[ Catching sight of Korra arching like a cat on the bed, Hei fights a slight smile, and a bubbling uncharacteristic urge to just laze with her a moment more. But his feet are already propelling him upright and out of the bed. In the bathroom, the bright fluorescent lights hurting his eyes, he locks himself in. He senses that there are reams of awkward things Korra might want to ask him later, but right now he's in no mood to handle that. Already, with each step away from her, the chill and distance is descending. It's a sad feeling but somehow also necessary -- as if that prior weekend, cursed and unfettered, has shaken all the bits of his armor loose, and he needs to retreat to the privacy of his own mind to reassemble them. ]
[ In the mirror he's all eyes, with dark rings around them. It hits then, like a knife to the gut -- he can see all the faces in the white tiles around him, their whispers pressing in, an indistinguishable wave encroached by a bitter nausea within. Hei shuts his eyes, because he doesn't know how to suffer scruples, how to dissect right from wrong in a bath of self-interest and endless hours to think. It's all too new and confusing, and makes his head ache. ]
[ In the shower, he turns the water up deeply cold, turning his face up to the high pressure needles. Gasps, swallows some with thirst, coughing, and lets it beat against his face. Cleaned up, towelled dry, he waits until his face is as blank as his thoughts, before he steps out. Avoiding Korra's eyes, he makes a beeline for the phone, lifting it off its cradle. His voice is businesslike. ]
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[ In the mirror he's all eyes, with dark rings around them. It hits then, like a knife to the gut -- he can see all the faces in the white tiles around him, their whispers pressing in, an indistinguishable wave encroached by a bitter nausea within. Hei shuts his eyes, because he doesn't know how to suffer scruples, how to dissect right from wrong in a bath of self-interest and endless hours to think. It's all too new and confusing, and makes his head ache. ]
[ In the shower, he turns the water up deeply cold, turning his face up to the high pressure needles. Gasps, swallows some with thirst, coughing, and lets it beat against his face. Cleaned up, towelled dry, he waits until his face is as blank as his thoughts, before he steps out. Avoiding Korra's eyes, he makes a beeline for the phone, lifting it off its cradle. His voice is businesslike. ]
...Hungry?