Chekov remains on the opposite side of Naga, looking for a diplomatic answer. That's what one does once one has incited hostilities, after all--isn't it? Honestly, Chekov feels like he spends half of his life trying (often unsuccessfully) to be diplomatic and keeping everyone happy. Obviously, that is not a tactic that will work here; Korra isn't going to buy platitudes and kind words that have no meaning behind them.
Since he can't possibly make a greater mess of the situation, Chekov forces himself to stop analyzing everything, including his words.]
I did mean that we are remarkably good at creating minor disasters when we are together. I don't know why. Maybe we are different kinds of stupid that, when combined, have an explosive reaction.
Also, I get very frustrated with you when I can't predict what you will do. I thought that you would be eager to help me chase the monster, and then you refused which I cannot understand because you like taking action when you are upset--or so I thought. [His tone isn't accusatory so much as contemplative and vaguely annoyed, as if he's trying and failing to find a solution to a problem out loud.] And I never know when I am to leave you alone and when I should do something, or if I should look for you when I don't hear from you or if absences are to be expected. And then sometimes you are very caring and attentive, and at others I feel that you are too self-obsessed to think of anyone else.
Additionally, I do wish that you would punch me. Not hard, but the way you used to when I annoyed you. And I don't understand why you joke less and laugh less and why talking to you without trying too hard to be careful is difficult.
[That... went above and beyond Korra's question, admittedly, and he didn't give her much time to interrupt him between thoughts. It feels kind of good, though--like punching the tree, only less stupid.]
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Chekov remains on the opposite side of Naga, looking for a diplomatic answer. That's what one does once one has incited hostilities, after all--isn't it? Honestly, Chekov feels like he spends half of his life trying (often unsuccessfully) to be diplomatic and keeping everyone happy. Obviously, that is not a tactic that will work here; Korra isn't going to buy platitudes and kind words that have no meaning behind them.
Since he can't possibly make a greater mess of the situation, Chekov forces himself to stop analyzing everything, including his words.]
I did mean that we are remarkably good at creating minor disasters when we are together. I don't know why. Maybe we are different kinds of stupid that, when combined, have an explosive reaction.
Also, I get very frustrated with you when I can't predict what you will do. I thought that you would be eager to help me chase the monster, and then you refused which I cannot understand because you like taking action when you are upset--or so I thought. [His tone isn't accusatory so much as contemplative and vaguely annoyed, as if he's trying and failing to find a solution to a problem out loud.] And I never know when I am to leave you alone and when I should do something, or if I should look for you when I don't hear from you or if absences are to be expected. And then sometimes you are very caring and attentive, and at others I feel that you are too self-obsessed to think of anyone else.
Additionally, I do wish that you would punch me. Not hard, but the way you used to when I annoyed you. And I don't understand why you joke less and laugh less and why talking to you without trying too hard to be careful is difficult.
[That... went above and beyond Korra's question, admittedly, and he didn't give her much time to interrupt him between thoughts. It feels kind of good, though--like punching the tree, only less stupid.]