[ He catches her itsy-bitsy-spidering finger, bringing it to his mouth to gnaw on it gently. ]
I think we're both as ... healthy as we can possibly get. Without embarrassing ourselves publicly.
[ The words are a slurred deadpan. His eyelids feel heavy, prickling with the gathering motes of sleep. He doesn't cuddle her, exactly, but he lets his head rolls against hers in the valleyed softness of the same pillow, their hair tangled into a damp nest, the warm points of their shoulders and knees touching, their fingers twined so Korra's knuckles feel like rough-delicate jewels wedged against his own. ]
[ His pulse is a drawn-out thrum, and with each thud comes a quiet blossom of recognition. A quiet Yes, oh yes, this feels right. ]
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I think we're both as ... healthy as we can possibly get. Without embarrassing ourselves publicly.
[ The words are a slurred deadpan. His eyelids feel heavy, prickling with the gathering motes of sleep. He doesn't cuddle her, exactly, but he lets his head rolls against hers in the valleyed softness of the same pillow, their hair tangled into a damp nest, the warm points of their shoulders and knees touching, their fingers twined so Korra's knuckles feel like rough-delicate jewels wedged against his own. ]
[ His pulse is a drawn-out thrum, and with each thud comes a quiet blossom of recognition. A quiet Yes, oh yes, this feels right. ]