[ He winces at the mention of Boyfriend; disguises it as a twitch of the nose. He wishes she wouldn't do that. Assigning a label to someone is like locking them in a box. All those things are traps created by someone else. A mold to fit into, patterns to conform to, roles he must learn the lines for. Best Friend. Time-sink. Nuisance. Life Lesson. Mentor. Hei's learnt from Amber that you can be all those things, or none of them. You can put on those masks or take them off at will. Amber used to say: I'll be whatever it is you need me to be at that moment, and not in the next. The fluidity and freedom of different personas. ]
[ Hei's look is impassive as he glances from Korra to the biker. ] Reggie. Right. [ It runs parallel with Whatever. To Korra, ] We were leaving. [ A reminder, not a question. ]
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[ Hei's look is impassive as he glances from Korra to the biker. ] Reggie. Right. [ It runs parallel with Whatever. To Korra, ] We were leaving. [ A reminder, not a question. ]