[ A sense of relief creeps over Hei when he sees her half-asleep. It circumvents any awkwardness for one. For another ... He's aware of that cool look on his face slipping away, replaced by something mild and fond, even if it's dulled. There are certain things -- maybe too many -- about Korra, that evoke Pai. The ease of motion. The form, seen in the dark, where the different build and skin tone are less obvious. The disorder of her dark hair. The bright eyes, half-lidded and drowsy. Settling on the bed, by her shoulder, he experiences something almost like affection. Her sleepy murmur lets him take liberties. Like smoothing his fingers -- very gently -- through her hair. And leaning forward to touch his cool lips to her warm forehead. ]
Nothing. [ He can order up and eat by himself. Reheating leftovers is always an option later -- when he wakes her up for another go-round. Because he will. In the meantime he cards a slow hand through her hair, murmuring, ] Get some sleep. [ He's too wired to follow her. But he's well-acquainted with the vicarious satisfaction of watching someone sleep in his place. ]
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Nothing. [ He can order up and eat by himself. Reheating leftovers is always an option later -- when he wakes her up for another go-round. Because he will. In the meantime he cards a slow hand through her hair, murmuring, ] Get some sleep. [ He's too wired to follow her. But he's well-acquainted with the vicarious satisfaction of watching someone sleep in his place. ]