[ One more surreality to add to the pile. You'd think she'd been in this body for years. Must be an Avatar thing: all those past lives in different packages. Or maybe it's just a Korra thing. ]
[ So why can't you accept that?. ]
[ For a moment, Hei's jaw tenses -- not with annoyance but with a strange, bubbling disorientation. The muscles in his shoulders flex as if something inside him is poised to attack. But instead he relaxes abruptly, as if he's just given himself an injection of something calmative. A patch of frost glitters on the window. Idly, he skates his fingers -- paler, spindlier, but the nails still trimmed to the quick -- across the glass, leaving faint smudges. He glances back at Korra, his hair hanging in dark streaks across a pale oval face. When he smiles, it doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's genuine enough. ]
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[ So why can't you accept that?. ]
[ For a moment, Hei's jaw tenses -- not with annoyance but with a strange, bubbling disorientation. The muscles in his shoulders flex as if something inside him is poised to attack. But instead he relaxes abruptly, as if he's just given himself an injection of something calmative. A patch of frost glitters on the window. Idly, he skates his fingers -- paler, spindlier, but the nails still trimmed to the quick -- across the glass, leaving faint smudges. He glances back at Korra, his hair hanging in dark streaks across a pale oval face. When he smiles, it doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's genuine enough. ]
I guess you'll have to borrow my clothes.
[ And he'll have to borrow some of hers. ]