[ Hei watches curiously as she pads over to the futon; cataloguing the soreness in every step. Reaching out, he settles a cool palm on the back of her neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. It's a multi-coded gesture: You okay? and Sorry, both layered within. Slipping into the cool sheets, he feels the world being gently powdered into tiny jagged particles, most of which get stuck behind his eyes. He's sleepier than he realized. Gathering Korra close, he lets her scooch in beside him, her one leg caught between his two, her cheek on his chest. It feels strange -- too intimate, too unnaturally sweet. The familiar claustrophobia is there, creeping at the fringes of his consciousness. But he forces it aside. Wonders, in an idle sort of way, if the selfish, feral part of him will ever grow accustomed to languorous cuddles, gentle kisses, drowsy whispers in the dark. ]
[ Probably not. But, for Korra, he can pretend. An appeasement, a concession, and a silent physical Thank You. Eyes slipping half-shut, he exhales, his breath tickling through her hair. ]
Didn't mean to get so ... [ Rough? Worked up? He isn't sure. Not sure, either, if he really means it. But it seems important to at least say something. ]
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[ Probably not. But, for Korra, he can pretend. An appeasement, a concession, and a silent physical Thank You. Eyes slipping half-shut, he exhales, his breath tickling through her hair. ]
Didn't mean to get so ... [ Rough? Worked up? He isn't sure. Not sure, either, if he really means it. But it seems important to at least say something. ]