[ Hei nods, leading her down the crowded corridors and steel staircase, into the red-lit exit. The night is cool. The air dries the sweat on his exposed skin quickly; he lifts the icy soda can and presses it to his forehead for a moment. There's a dull throbbing in his temples -- less from exertion, more hunger. The pavements are dotted with pedestrians, but it's nice to get some of what passes for fresh air in the Underground. Part of him wants to get rid of Korra. The outing's over; he feels that familiar strain, to withdraw from company, to be by himself. But the other part doesn't mind the tread of her footsteps beside his, the warmth and slight dampness of her palm in his own. ]
[ He stops at an all-night diner, its parking lot devoid of cars though it's lit up like a beacon in this middle-of-nowhere. Tired, head buzzing, Hei shoulders the door open. The place is brightly lit with cold fluorescents, and empty save for the waitress and a handful of patrons on the stools. After a quick detour to wash up in the bathroom, he settles at a red booth, ordering the deluxe breakfast special, and plain tea for himself and Korra. ]
[ Glancing at her bare wrist, he asks, after a beat, ] You didn't like the bracelet?
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[ He stops at an all-night diner, its parking lot devoid of cars though it's lit up like a beacon in this middle-of-nowhere. Tired, head buzzing, Hei shoulders the door open. The place is brightly lit with cold fluorescents, and empty save for the waitress and a handful of patrons on the stools. After a quick detour to wash up in the bathroom, he settles at a red booth, ordering the deluxe breakfast special, and plain tea for himself and Korra. ]
[ Glancing at her bare wrist, he asks, after a beat, ] You didn't like the bracelet?