[ Hei follows her up the steps, his whole body-language -- skewed, like he's not sure what to do. They're relearning boundaries as they go, but he wonders if they'll be able to rebuild what they used to have before. If that's even possible. ]
[ The whole house seems like a single-woman's space. Nothing of his is there -- but that's unsurprising. He hadn't possessed much, and what he did had never been quite what he wanted anyway. Things are fresh -- nice furniture in good repair, clean paint on the walls, rugs on the floor. No cat toys scattered around -- maybe she'd given the puss away, or maybe it died, he isn't sure. No signs of upheaval, or late-night guests, or live-in lovers. Just the aroma -- rich, complex, layered -- of Korra and the life she's woven for herself in here. ]
[ Questions crackle at the tip of his tongue. So much to ask her: what she's been doing, whether she knows where Yin is, whether she's in a relationship with someone new, how her Avatar duties have been faring. He half-opens his mouth to speak -- then shuts it when she mentions a shower and breakfast. ]
Oh.
[ He could do with a wash: he's not exactly fragrant from a whole night awake, and he gives the impression of one tall walking bruise, a piece of greasy flotsam flung around and shredded by life. ]
[ Dipping his gaze, he murmurs, ]
You wouldn't happen to have a change of clothes for me?
[ An innocent question -- but also his way of gauging if some other guy lives here. ]
no subject
[ The whole house seems like a single-woman's space. Nothing of his is there -- but that's unsurprising. He hadn't possessed much, and what he did had never been quite what he wanted anyway. Things are fresh -- nice furniture in good repair, clean paint on the walls, rugs on the floor. No cat toys scattered around -- maybe she'd given the puss away, or maybe it died, he isn't sure. No signs of upheaval, or late-night guests, or live-in lovers. Just the aroma -- rich, complex, layered -- of Korra and the life she's woven for herself in here. ]
[ Questions crackle at the tip of his tongue. So much to ask her: what she's been doing, whether she knows where Yin is, whether she's in a relationship with someone new, how her Avatar duties have been faring. He half-opens his mouth to speak -- then shuts it when she mentions a shower and breakfast. ]
Oh.
[ He could do with a wash: he's not exactly fragrant from a whole night awake, and he gives the impression of one tall walking bruise, a piece of greasy flotsam flung around and shredded by life. ]
[ Dipping his gaze, he murmurs, ]
You wouldn't happen to have a change of clothes for me?
[ An innocent question -- but also his way of gauging if some other guy lives here. ]