[ When her breathing descends into slumber, Hei slumps, by slow degrees, at the foot of the bed, leaning forward on his knees and raking both hands through his damp hair. It's better this way, the dim lights and the twinkling view from the window, Korra's quiet inhales and exhales in the background. Let her sleep her hopeful sleep. He has enough on his mind in the meanwhile. Better for the insomniacs -- or maybe just the maniacs -- to leave those who can still rest to get on with it. ]
[ (He won't wake her up when he leaves, no. But there'll be a ballpoint message scribbled on her arm in the morning -- You kick a lot in your sleep -- and a covered tray of cold food on the dresser.) ]
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[ (He won't wake her up when he leaves, no. But there'll be a ballpoint message scribbled on her arm in the morning -- You kick a lot in your sleep -- and a covered tray of cold food on the dresser.) ]