Fruitsicle. [ There's no reason to say Help yourself, since she already is. ] Watermelon, mangoes, kiwis and cherries. [ He slips onto the stool opposite to the counter, apparently ready to watch her eat everything. The scrutiny in his gaze is obvious, but there's a warmth in it too. He doesn't mind her being here, honestly, stirring up the stagnant air with her presence. She brings with her a fresh buzz of normalcy that fades as soon as she's gone, leaving everything once more stifling yet volatile. ]
It's good. [She hisses a little as the cold hits her teeth, but it's a welcome relief from the hot air. She takes another little bite, this time being more careful.
...he's watching her again, silent -- waiting? For her to say something? Do something? For lack of anything better, she gestures to the fruitsicles.]
I just ate one. [ Not that that's ever stopped him before, but brain-freeze isn't a pleasant sensation. Still, she seems jittery under his gaze. In an effort to be companionable, he reaches for one from the tray. Bites into it, the icy sweetness exploding on his tongue. He chews slowly, keeping his gaze averted, fixing it instead on the deepening blue sky visible from the window. ]
[ Finally, without looking over, ]
...Are you afraid of me? [ Not as non-sequitur as it seems, given the circumstances. ]
[That would be a lie. She is afraid of his mercurial temper, the blank expression he gets when he stops being human.]
A little.
[He crossed a line she'd never thought he would cross. It only got as far as a kiss, but that doesn't change the fact that he tried to use sex as a weapon against her. It wouldn't be quite so bad if she didn't like him, didn't like sleeping with him, but she does and it's like someone took a stuffed animal and turned it into a bomb.]
I don't know what you're going to do. It's like we're playing a game, but you're the only one who knows the rules and I only find out when I break them.
[She looks down and takes another bite of her fruitsicle. It's a relief to finally get that off her chest, but it's still frightening to have them hanging in the air.]
[ He could tell her -- I've been trained to turn every weakness, every form of intimacy, into a weapon. He could confess -- I've been playing games with prizes of life or death, and I don't know how to stop. He could lean in, press his lips to hers in a sweet restorative kiss that would explain everything without anything having to be said. A couple of breaths pass before he recognizes that he's never going to do any of these things. Instead he remains at a distance, eyes focused on the window. ]
[ Finally, setting the drippy fruitsicle back in its tray, he turns to face her. Not a direct glance; his gaze is dipped, mouth downturned. It's not shame, because that's not how Hei functions -- what's past is the past, and he doesn't see the point in dredging it up, but sometimes these discussions are necessary. She tries to keep it fun and simple, but I can't let her. Because I'm incapable of it -- or because I think I am. ]
[ But I can't keep treating her the way I do. She deserves better than that much at least. ]
[ A long moment of silence stretches out before he speaks, quiet and steady, ] I know I haven't been fair to you. And I'd like to say that I could do better. Or at least differently. But -- [ An exhale. ] Sometimes I'm not sure. All the things I do, the ways I behave -- none of it makes sense to you, I know. But they made sense in the environment I lived in. They were justified by that environment. It's like... knowing you can't live with certain things outside of a war. So you choose to stay at war. Does that make any sense?
[It doesn't. She tries to understand it, pokes and prods but she can't wrap her mind around it. She's intuitive and empathetic but it's too far outside the realm of her own experience. She can't connect his feelings to anything she's felt before, and she isn't an abstract thinker. She can't take the crumbs he's given her of his life before the City and extrapolate what he feels.]
You're in a different environment now. Why not change them?
[A year ago, the question would have been accusatory, but there is nothing angry in her voice now. She's genuinely trying to understand.]
[ Hei can feel her eyes on him -- bright with curiosity. There's no artifice in them, he knows that. On anyone else it might be a ploy to chisel away his barriers, to see the tick-tock of his mind up close. But Korra isn't like that. She's always been the embodiment of What You See Is What You Get ... With A Little Something Extra. ]
[ Not that it matters. These are questions he's asked himself often. Not just in the City, but back home. Repetition has stripped them of meaning, so they're just empty sounds now. His voice remains measured, his eyes locked straight ahead, remembering, ]
It's not so simple. [ A shark has to keep swimming or it dies. Reynard Maxley used to say that. As the years passed, Hei realized the comparison was strangely apt. ] It's more like I can't stop. I try, but the most I can do is take breaks from it. Like -- an addict falling on and off the wagon. But it always finds me again. Like it's trying to tell me that's all I am. [ Not a human. Not a Contractor. More like some grotesque third entity with the vices and virtues of both. ]
[She resists the urge to say You're more than that. Just keep trying. One day the break will be forever. She knows how it makes her feel when other people tell her she'll get her Avatar powers back someday, somehow. They don't understand, just like she doesn't understand right now.
She takes another bite of her fruitsicle as she tries to figure out where to go from here. She can't keep stumbling blindly through the dark, never knowing when she's going to step on a landmine, and she understands that she can't change him. But she doesn't want to give up just because it's hard.]
Do you want this? [He keeps kissing her and inviting her over, but that remains the real question, the one thing she needs to know more than anything else, the one thing they haven't really talked about. He's asked her several times if she wants it, but she's never asked the same of him. How much of it is just hormones and convenience? How much does he really want her around?]
[ Hei is more confused than astonished by the directness of her question. Not because he's unsure of the answer. But because, after the Syndicate, his own wants are secondary. There are things he's schooled himself not to want, because they present no practical function in his life. And there are things he's tricked himself to always want, because they are imperative for his survival. It's not often that he's allowed himself the chance to self-reflect, to think about the structure of his life and the people embroiled in it -- the indulgences vs. the necessities. ]
[ This mess with Korra is an interlude. A matter of convenience. He won't pretend he's not human, or that 18 year old ass is going to throw itself at him with such gusto. Yet that's beastializing it unnecessarily. After all, she has a space in his inventory. She has consequence. ]
[ Finally, quietly, ]
You're ... a deviation from the women I sleep with. [ There are paragraphs of subtext there. ] That's the reason you have these ... expectations I'm not used to dealing with. They're not wrong, or out-of-line. They're what any decent person would have. [ Except I'm not a decent person. ] It's flattering -- but a little disturbing -- to be wanted by someone like you. You're ... sweet... but you're also very young. The differences between us aren't trivial. Still -- [ A pause, as he tries to pick his way across the rocky surface toward honesty. ] I can stand it if you can.
[Little wrinkles appear on her forehead -- it's not a scowl, but close. That was a whole bundle of words, most of them unpleasant (deviation, disturbing, young). And none of them told her what she really needs to know.]
That doesn't answer my question. Do you want this?
[It's not worth the risk if he doesn't. She's not going to put herself on the line for someone just tolerating her for the sake of convenience.]
[ Her truculence gives him such a headache sometimes. Hei resists an overwhelming urge to rub his temples. At the same time, part of him knows this was coming. He expected it, the way a cripple marooned on an island expects the high tide. No matter how you duck and dodge, every human interaction gets to a point where A Talk is needed. Where shit gets muggy, the blur cannot be ignored, and has to be clarified. Boundaries need to be redefined, or just defined. When it's time to be upgraded from coach to first class or get the fuck off the plane and find another airline. ]
[ His hands clench on the table, then relax. He spreads them out in a gesture of almost-appeasement. His gaze dips to examine them, before he lifts it to meet Korra's, straight-on. His expression is flat, but somehow honest too, like it comes from deep down. ]
I want this. You should know that by now.
[ With the words come dual sensations. On the one hand, a sharp satisfaction like when a parachute blooms open. On the other hand, a sinking disquiet, like he's just signed his own death warrant. ]
[Suspect. Guess. Assume. Hope. But after that night, there are very few things Korra would say she "knows" about what he feels. Actually hearing the words is a greater relief than she had expected.]
Okay. [Not the most impassioned response, but she's still working through an entire mountain of mixed up feelings.] Then I've got two rules.
[Hei may act like things are eternally complicated, but Korra's determined to keep them as simple as possible.]
One - I will be the one to end things. [Which doesn't mean he can't dump her if he loses interest; only that he can't toss her aside under the claim that it's "for her own good."]
Two - if you cross that line again, it's over. [Not just sexually. It's that fine line between a fight and a beating, a line he's flirted with more than once with his words, his wires, and that weekend, his lips.
It's frightening to say it. Frightening to acknowledge that this might fail, that there may come a point where she will have to quit. Yet at the same time, she finds it... almost relaxing. It's a clearly defined boundary. She doesn't have to be afraid of him, because there is this exit marked, and if she takes it, she's not giving up. She's honoring her own boundaries.]
[ That's all it's about for you, isn't it? Knowing there's a way out. Knowing you can take it any time without losing face. ]
[ Hei doesn't say that. He's too far beyond being allowed to pass judgements on her. An exit strategy is something he understands perfectly. He won't begrudge her for laying out hers. Battered, bruised, swung from pillar to post -- he appreciates the risk she's taking, getting into something she has no frame of reference for. No past experiences to guide her with. At the same time, an inner-voice prompts, Like you're any better off? It makes him feel stupid, getting into this mess, like he's knocking his head against a wall. His palms tingle; he flexes his hands. Korra feel like a blurry bright-and-dark mass in front of him. ]
[ Why am I setting myself up for more bullshit? ]
[ He's a walking disaster of human relationships. Anyone close to him knows that. Except he can't drag himself away now. It'd be like going out an airlock. Instead he lets her state her terms. Lets her snatch at some shred of control. Privately he wonders how much any of it is worth. Promises and yes' and no's; he's never been good at that concreteness. Never been good at permanence. Everything is transitory -- here, or back home. Everything will fade, vanish in airplane windows and rearview mirrors because that's the existence he's trained for. ]
[ But once he's laid out a path, Hei's never been one to deviate. Never been one to give up. Fear is no reason to turn tail and run. ]
I understand. [ A steady gaze and a quiet tone, but there's nothing evasive about it. ] Anything else? [ Monogamy? Check-ins? The usual 20 questions? ] Since it's balls on the table anyway. And since I won't expect anything other than you. I'm sure you expect the same.
That's it. [Older, wiser, she might have asked for other things, but she's too new to this. Monogamy is her assumption, and things like checking in are important but far from her thoughts.
She finishes off the fruitsicle and taps the wooden stick against the table. She doesn't look up at him; she's anxious, vulnerable, spent.]
[ That's it? Hei chalks it up to what it is -- a lack of awareness that there are other items on the list. Items most people are quick to call attention to. Little commitments. Big promises. Personally he considers it absolute bullshit. Human beings aren't meant to be monogamous any more than they're meant to be celibate. But he's sure Korra would disagree. Which is ironic, because he's certain she wouldn't mind seeing other people. It's not that he thinks she has a nature designed for treachery. It's simply that she's such an innocent, sheltered for so long she hasn't had a chance to spread her sexual wings. She's only 18, too young to be immune to intermittent crushes. ]
[ He reaches out, just a light touch of his fingertips on her wrist before he withdraws. His smile is faint but indulgent. ]
Is this the part where I tell you to call it off with your other boyfriends? [ Granted, she doesn't have any. But he's not going to do something that stupid. ]
[ Hei's own fruitsicle is almost melted. He plucks a bit of kiwi floating in the tray and pops it into his mouth. The smile is gone, although there's still a hint of humor in his gaze. But his voice is serious, ]
Do you want to keep any on a string? Because I have no intention of putting a stranglehold on you. New friends. New lovers. That's the theme at your age. [ Gentler, ] Unless you'd prefer something more old-fashioned.
[Oh. She shakes her head. She's had enough romantic geometry to last several lifetimes, and Hei's complicated enough without adding another person into the mix.]
[ He isn't sure Romantic Geometry is the word he'd use for his own life. Sex and emotions rarely go hand-in-hand for him. It's more a matter of keeping his options open. Having one outlet to haul his ashes, when the other is out of order. While it's true that he has a phobia for commitments -- with his profession, that has more to do with pragmatic self-defense than a presumptive inevitability of suffering betrayal. ]
[ None of these are issues Korra is jaded enough to grasp. ]
Exclusivity creates frustrations. [ Straightforward, but not cruel. His gaze stays steady on hers. ] I don't know if this will last one month, let alone if I'll be in the City tomorrow. Or if you will. But there's no reason for suspicion and secrets to build between us in meantime, because you couldn't keep a promise I never asked you to make. We're at each others' throats often. That's not going to change overnight. There might be an evening when you find you want to be on your own. Or with someone else. The same goes for me. You don't have to be an immoral monster to want to be with other people. You just have to be human.
[ A few moments of silence tick over. Reaching out, he picks up her hand. Hesitates, then presses the palm against his mouth. His lips are cool, but warm gradually in contact with her skin. ] If you don't like this idea, I can behave myself. [ As much as he's capable of, anyway. ] But it's better right now if you don't mix yourself up about what I think.
[I can behave myself. It almost makes Korra want to laugh. She's taking a wild gamble, just trusting him not to assault her again. She already knows, deep in her gut, that's a promise that will eventually be broken.]
Do whatever's best for you. But I don't wanna hear about it.
[She's not sure if that compromise will work, or if it'll just drive her crazy with doubt. It's worth a try, at least. She doesn't want to overload him with promises. (It's not like you love him.)
Her thumb brushes lightly against his cheek. This conversation is painful and awkward and surreal, but she draws comfort from the touch.]
[ Hei already knows it's a compromise that spells future disaster. Like the arrangement itself. Nothing about this is normal. But normal's not something he subscribes to anyway, and it's enough that he grasps the value of her choice. Awkward, painful, surreal -- the conversation is all those things. But it's also the closest he can approach to being honest. He knows himself -- his limits and depths (on a good day). And he knows that he'll do his best not to hurt her. (Hurt her more? Hurt her again?). Fidelity isn't something he's trained for. But that's not the same as loyalty. Not the same as protection and comfort. And he can offer all three. ]
[ This feels like a workable, if not joyous, scheme. ]
[ From the window, the sunlight burns a darker orange. Equidistant between two shafts of light, Hei's face and hands are a pale gold. He kisses her fingers -- almost chaste -- and murmurs, ] I'm glad you came here. [ Another kiss to her palm. Less chaste, but with no pressure to go further. ] I'll try to make you glad too.
I am. [As uncomfortable as this entire conversation has been, she feels better for it.
But she's still ready for it to end. Her heart feels wrung out, her mind tired, and she just wants to lose herself for awhile. Her skin tingles and tightens where his lips touch, a thrill that runs down her arm and stirs her insides. She rests her chin on her hand and looks at him with a small, inviting grin.]
[ Hei is smiling now too, faint but genuine. In the end, both he and Korra are tactile people. While it's as routine to fake physicality as it is to fake words in Hei's experience, he doesn't have to do that here. That's what makes it easier to just slip off the stool and make his way toward her, to gather her into a tight hug, then to pick his every last feeling apart. A dizzying sense of relief gusts through him, blowing everything loose. He presses his face into her hair. Not holding her like she's fragile -- none of those cliches of china and glass and spun sugar. She's the complete opposite of those things. Resilient. Spirited. A fighter. ]
[ But he does hold her like she's something precious. Because... ]
[She wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face against his shoulder. He's warm and solid and she feels steady in his grasp. Secure, in a way she wasn't sure she'd ever feel again. All the reassurances he can't put into words, she can feel in his touch. She presses against him, kisses the hollow of his neck, and breathes it all in.]
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Food. Food is a good distraction. She picks up one of the popsicles.]
What's this?
[She doesn't wait for an answer to take a little bite out of it.]
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[ Like this isn't volatile? He brushes it off. ]
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...he's watching her again, silent -- waiting? For her to say something? Do something? For lack of anything better, she gestures to the fruitsicles.]
Aren't you having any?
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[ Finally, without looking over, ]
...Are you afraid of me? [ Not as non-sequitur as it seems, given the circumstances. ]
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[That would be a lie. She is afraid of his mercurial temper, the blank expression he gets when he stops being human.]
A little.
[He crossed a line she'd never thought he would cross. It only got as far as a kiss, but that doesn't change the fact that he tried to use sex as a weapon against her. It wouldn't be quite so bad if she didn't like him, didn't like sleeping with him, but she does and it's like someone took a stuffed animal and turned it into a bomb.]
I don't know what you're going to do. It's like we're playing a game, but you're the only one who knows the rules and I only find out when I break them.
[She looks down and takes another bite of her fruitsicle. It's a relief to finally get that off her chest, but it's still frightening to have them hanging in the air.]
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[ Finally, setting the drippy fruitsicle back in its tray, he turns to face her. Not a direct glance; his gaze is dipped, mouth downturned. It's not shame, because that's not how Hei functions -- what's past is the past, and he doesn't see the point in dredging it up, but sometimes these discussions are necessary. She tries to keep it fun and simple, but I can't let her. Because I'm incapable of it -- or because I think I am. ]
[ But I can't keep treating her the way I do. She deserves better than that much at least. ]
[ A long moment of silence stretches out before he speaks, quiet and steady, ] I know I haven't been fair to you. And I'd like to say that I could do better. Or at least differently. But -- [ An exhale. ] Sometimes I'm not sure. All the things I do, the ways I behave -- none of it makes sense to you, I know. But they made sense in the environment I lived in. They were justified by that environment. It's like... knowing you can't live with certain things outside of a war. So you choose to stay at war. Does that make any sense?
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You're in a different environment now. Why not change them?
[A year ago, the question would have been accusatory, but there is nothing angry in her voice now. She's genuinely trying to understand.]
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[ Not that it matters. These are questions he's asked himself often. Not just in the City, but back home. Repetition has stripped them of meaning, so they're just empty sounds now. His voice remains measured, his eyes locked straight ahead, remembering, ]
It's not so simple. [ A shark has to keep swimming or it dies. Reynard Maxley used to say that. As the years passed, Hei realized the comparison was strangely apt. ] It's more like I can't stop. I try, but the most I can do is take breaks from it. Like -- an addict falling on and off the wagon. But it always finds me again. Like it's trying to tell me that's all I am. [ Not a human. Not a Contractor. More like some grotesque third entity with the vices and virtues of both. ]
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She takes another bite of her fruitsicle as she tries to figure out where to go from here. She can't keep stumbling blindly through the dark, never knowing when she's going to step on a landmine, and she understands that she can't change him. But she doesn't want to give up just because it's hard.]
Do you want this? [He keeps kissing her and inviting her over, but that remains the real question, the one thing she needs to know more than anything else, the one thing they haven't really talked about. He's asked her several times if she wants it, but she's never asked the same of him. How much of it is just hormones and convenience? How much does he really want her around?]
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[ This mess with Korra is an interlude. A matter of convenience. He won't pretend he's not human, or that 18 year old ass is going to throw itself at him with such gusto. Yet that's beastializing it unnecessarily. After all, she has a space in his inventory. She has consequence. ]
[ Finally, quietly, ]
You're ... a deviation from the women I sleep with. [ There are paragraphs of subtext there. ] That's the reason you have these ... expectations I'm not used to dealing with. They're not wrong, or out-of-line. They're what any decent person would have. [ Except I'm not a decent person. ] It's flattering -- but a little disturbing -- to be wanted by someone like you. You're ... sweet... but you're also very young. The differences between us aren't trivial. Still -- [ A pause, as he tries to pick his way across the rocky surface toward honesty. ] I can stand it if you can.
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That doesn't answer my question. Do you want this?
[It's not worth the risk if he doesn't. She's not going to put herself on the line for someone just tolerating her for the sake of convenience.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ His hands clench on the table, then relax. He spreads them out in a gesture of almost-appeasement. His gaze dips to examine them, before he lifts it to meet Korra's, straight-on. His expression is flat, but somehow honest too, like it comes from deep down. ]
I want this. You should know that by now.
[ With the words come dual sensations. On the one hand, a sharp satisfaction like when a parachute blooms open. On the other hand, a sinking disquiet, like he's just signed his own death warrant. ]
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Okay. [Not the most impassioned response, but she's still working through an entire mountain of mixed up feelings.] Then I've got two rules.
[Hei may act like things are eternally complicated, but Korra's determined to keep them as simple as possible.]
One - I will be the one to end things. [Which doesn't mean he can't dump her if he loses interest; only that he can't toss her aside under the claim that it's "for her own good."]
Two - if you cross that line again, it's over. [Not just sexually. It's that fine line between a fight and a beating, a line he's flirted with more than once with his words, his wires, and that weekend, his lips.
It's frightening to say it. Frightening to acknowledge that this might fail, that there may come a point where she will have to quit. Yet at the same time, she finds it... almost relaxing. It's a clearly defined boundary. She doesn't have to be afraid of him, because there is this exit marked, and if she takes it, she's not giving up. She's honoring her own boundaries.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Hei doesn't say that. He's too far beyond being allowed to pass judgements on her. An exit strategy is something he understands perfectly. He won't begrudge her for laying out hers. Battered, bruised, swung from pillar to post -- he appreciates the risk she's taking, getting into something she has no frame of reference for. No past experiences to guide her with. At the same time, an inner-voice prompts, Like you're any better off? It makes him feel stupid, getting into this mess, like he's knocking his head against a wall. His palms tingle; he flexes his hands. Korra feel like a blurry bright-and-dark mass in front of him. ]
[ Why am I setting myself up for more bullshit? ]
[ He's a walking disaster of human relationships. Anyone close to him knows that. Except he can't drag himself away now. It'd be like going out an airlock. Instead he lets her state her terms. Lets her snatch at some shred of control. Privately he wonders how much any of it is worth. Promises and yes' and no's; he's never been good at that concreteness. Never been good at permanence. Everything is transitory -- here, or back home. Everything will fade, vanish in airplane windows and rearview mirrors because that's the existence he's trained for. ]
[ But once he's laid out a path, Hei's never been one to deviate. Never been one to give up. Fear is no reason to turn tail and run. ]
I understand. [ A steady gaze and a quiet tone, but there's nothing evasive about it. ] Anything else? [ Monogamy? Check-ins? The usual 20 questions? ] Since it's balls on the table anyway. And since I won't expect anything other than you. I'm sure you expect the same.
Sunday! \^^/
She finishes off the fruitsicle and taps the wooden stick against the table. She doesn't look up at him; she's anxious, vulnerable, spent.]
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[ He reaches out, just a light touch of his fingertips on her wrist before he withdraws. His smile is faint but indulgent. ]
Is this the part where I tell you to call it off with your other boyfriends? [ Granted, she doesn't have any. But he's not going to do something that stupid. ]
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I don't have have any other boyfriends.
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Do you want to keep any on a string? Because I have no intention of putting a stranglehold on you. New friends. New lovers. That's the theme at your age. [ Gentler, ] Unless you'd prefer something more old-fashioned.
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........you?
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[ None of these are issues Korra is jaded enough to grasp. ]
Exclusivity creates frustrations. [ Straightforward, but not cruel. His gaze stays steady on hers. ] I don't know if this will last one month, let alone if I'll be in the City tomorrow. Or if you will. But there's no reason for suspicion and secrets to build between us in meantime, because you couldn't keep a promise I never asked you to make. We're at each others' throats often. That's not going to change overnight. There might be an evening when you find you want to be on your own. Or with someone else. The same goes for me. You don't have to be an immoral monster to want to be with other people. You just have to be human.
[ A few moments of silence tick over. Reaching out, he picks up her hand. Hesitates, then presses the palm against his mouth. His lips are cool, but warm gradually in contact with her skin. ] If you don't like this idea, I can behave myself. [ As much as he's capable of, anyway. ] But it's better right now if you don't mix yourself up about what I think.
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Do whatever's best for you. But I don't wanna hear about it.
[She's not sure if that compromise will work, or if it'll just drive her crazy with doubt. It's worth a try, at least. She doesn't want to overload him with promises. (It's not like you love him.)
Her thumb brushes lightly against his cheek. This conversation is painful and awkward and surreal, but she draws comfort from the touch.]
Sunday! \^^/
[ This feels like a workable, if not joyous, scheme. ]
[ From the window, the sunlight burns a darker orange. Equidistant between two shafts of light, Hei's face and hands are a pale gold. He kisses her fingers -- almost chaste -- and murmurs, ] I'm glad you came here. [ Another kiss to her palm. Less chaste, but with no pressure to go further. ] I'll try to make you glad too.
Sunday! \^^/
But she's still ready for it to end. Her heart feels wrung out, her mind tired, and she just wants to lose herself for awhile. Her skin tingles and tightens where his lips touch, a thrill that runs down her arm and stirs her insides. She rests her chin on her hand and looks at him with a small, inviting grin.]
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[ But he does hold her like she's something precious. Because... ]
[ Hell. For better or worse, she is. ]
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