[ He isn't sure Romantic Geometry is the word he'd use for his own life. Sex and emotions rarely go hand-in-hand for him. It's more a matter of keeping his options open. Having one outlet to haul his ashes, when the other is out of order. While it's true that he has a phobia for commitments -- with his profession, that has more to do with pragmatic self-defense than a presumptive inevitability of suffering betrayal. ]
[ None of these are issues Korra is jaded enough to grasp. ]
Exclusivity creates frustrations. [ Straightforward, but not cruel. His gaze stays steady on hers. ] I don't know if this will last one month, let alone if I'll be in the City tomorrow. Or if you will. But there's no reason for suspicion and secrets to build between us in meantime, because you couldn't keep a promise I never asked you to make. We're at each others' throats often. That's not going to change overnight. There might be an evening when you find you want to be on your own. Or with someone else. The same goes for me. You don't have to be an immoral monster to want to be with other people. You just have to be human.
[ A few moments of silence tick over. Reaching out, he picks up her hand. Hesitates, then presses the palm against his mouth. His lips are cool, but warm gradually in contact with her skin. ] If you don't like this idea, I can behave myself. [ As much as he's capable of, anyway. ] But it's better right now if you don't mix yourself up about what I think.
Sunday! \^^/
[ None of these are issues Korra is jaded enough to grasp. ]
Exclusivity creates frustrations. [ Straightforward, but not cruel. His gaze stays steady on hers. ] I don't know if this will last one month, let alone if I'll be in the City tomorrow. Or if you will. But there's no reason for suspicion and secrets to build between us in meantime, because you couldn't keep a promise I never asked you to make. We're at each others' throats often. That's not going to change overnight. There might be an evening when you find you want to be on your own. Or with someone else. The same goes for me. You don't have to be an immoral monster to want to be with other people. You just have to be human.
[ A few moments of silence tick over. Reaching out, he picks up her hand. Hesitates, then presses the palm against his mouth. His lips are cool, but warm gradually in contact with her skin. ] If you don't like this idea, I can behave myself. [ As much as he's capable of, anyway. ] But it's better right now if you don't mix yourself up about what I think.