[ Hei is smiling now too, faint but genuine. In the end, both he and Korra are tactile people. While it's as routine to fake physicality as it is to fake words in Hei's experience, he doesn't have to do that here. That's what makes it easier to just slip off the stool and make his way toward her, to gather her into a tight hug, then to pick his every last feeling apart. A dizzying sense of relief gusts through him, blowing everything loose. He presses his face into her hair. Not holding her like she's fragile -- none of those cliches of china and glass and spun sugar. She's the complete opposite of those things. Resilient. Spirited. A fighter. ]
[ But he does hold her like she's something precious. Because... ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ But he does hold her like she's something precious. Because... ]
[ Hell. For better or worse, she is. ]