[ Fuck. He's going about this all wrong. As usual. ]
[ She sets the dishes with a clatter in the sink, and the sound feeds a spark through his always-wired nerves. She's changed so much since his absence. She used to radiate the innocence of a moody little girl, all big-eyed and pouty-lipped as if she was being excluded from Grown Up Mysteries. That's gone now. In its place is a very adult anger, three parts stone to one part slow-burn, with all its awful, decisive, womanly grace. Such intelligence shining out of her eyes, and the competent curve of her lips and cheek. A strong woman, determined and resourceful. But soft too, like her own mother.]
[ It makes Hei want to smile, at once proud and awkward. But now is not the time to tempt Korra's readiness to cuff him. ]
[ Rising, he sidles close to lean over the stove, which he'd set into the countertop kitchen-island when moving in, years ago, to reduce his likelihood of having his back to a door when cooking. That was how his mind worked -- tactically. Still does. ]
[ Except where Korra is concerned. ]
[ Softly, his gaze vague with something like contrition, ]
I'd rather hear about you. How you've been getting on. What you've been upto. [ A beat, then, ] If you know where Yin is.
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[ She sets the dishes with a clatter in the sink, and the sound feeds a spark through his always-wired nerves. She's changed so much since his absence. She used to radiate the innocence of a moody little girl, all big-eyed and pouty-lipped as if she was being excluded from Grown Up Mysteries. That's gone now. In its place is a very adult anger, three parts stone to one part slow-burn, with all its awful, decisive, womanly grace. Such intelligence shining out of her eyes, and the competent curve of her lips and cheek. A strong woman, determined and resourceful. But soft too, like her own mother.]
[ It makes Hei want to smile, at once proud and awkward. But now is not the time to tempt Korra's readiness to cuff him. ]
[ Rising, he sidles close to lean over the stove, which he'd set into the countertop kitchen-island when moving in, years ago, to reduce his likelihood of having his back to a door when cooking. That was how his mind worked -- tactically. Still does. ]
[ Except where Korra is concerned. ]
[ Softly, his gaze vague with something like contrition, ]
I'd rather hear about you. How you've been getting on. What you've been upto. [ A beat, then, ] If you know where Yin is.