[A refusal is on the tip of his tongue until Naga interferes. He isn't mad at Naga; with the target of his anger effectively out of sight, he doesn't know what to do with the rest of the emotion simmering under his skin.
And so he hits the nearest inanimate object, which is a vaguely beachy-looking tree. The tree, arguably, hits back harder, and the sting is... refreshing. With rational thought returning, Chekov realizes, belatedly, that he had wanted Korra to hit him--to give him a good reason to be mad.
Because he hadn't had a good reason. October got to him more than he has been willing to admit and he needed an outlet (the "fight" with Meyer may have been an unconscious attempt to find that outlet, but that had been anticlimactic). Korra had been a reasonable target because she has made him angry in the past, most recently by not helping with the monster. But she hadn't deserved that kind of anger or those low blows.
Misdirected anger. This is something that Chekov has been guilty of before.
He doesn't know what to do now. Part of him wants to go around Naga and apologize profusely; a much prouder part of him thinks he should leave this as it is. Korra is not his only friend, and certainly not the best at being a friend. Maybe he had had some valid points. With no clear answer and a sudden drain of emotion and energy, he stays between Naga and the tree, too tired to analyze the situation further.]
no subject
And so he hits the nearest inanimate object, which is a vaguely beachy-looking tree. The tree, arguably, hits back harder, and the sting is... refreshing. With rational thought returning, Chekov realizes, belatedly, that he had wanted Korra to hit him--to give him a good reason to be mad.
Because he hadn't had a good reason. October got to him more than he has been willing to admit and he needed an outlet (the "fight" with Meyer may have been an unconscious attempt to find that outlet, but that had been anticlimactic). Korra had been a reasonable target because she has made him angry in the past, most recently by not helping with the monster. But she hadn't deserved that kind of anger or those low blows.
Misdirected anger. This is something that Chekov has been guilty of before.
He doesn't know what to do now. Part of him wants to go around Naga and apologize profusely; a much prouder part of him thinks he should leave this as it is. Korra is not his only friend, and certainly not the best at being a friend. Maybe he had had some valid points. With no clear answer and a sudden drain of emotion and energy, he stays between Naga and the tree, too tired to analyze the situation further.]