[ He doesn't smile, but there's a softening in his expression, something flickering across his eyes, the line of his mouth. Gratitude, maybe. Everything's crumbled around him, in the three years he's been away, but Korra is still here, steadily shining as the moon the caught in a net, warm and solid to the touch. ]
[ He lets his fingers lace with hers, squeezing them gently. ]
Maybe you can use the vines. Narrow out her energy.
[ He hopes Yin is somewhere safe. Hopes the cat is with her, keeping an eye out for her. The alternative is something that he can't bear imagining. He doesn't meet Korra's gaze. But he edges closer, putting no care or ceremony into it. Just closing the gap between them, his hand still knitted with hers, the other coming up to trace its fingertips along her jawline, before palming her face, a slow cradle, letting her decide if the touch is okay. (Maybe telling her I'm sorry but also Thank you, because he can't trust his voice not to betray him on either counts.) ]
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[ He lets his fingers lace with hers, squeezing them gently. ]
Maybe you can use the vines. Narrow out her energy.
[ He hopes Yin is somewhere safe. Hopes the cat is with her, keeping an eye out for her. The alternative is something that he can't bear imagining. He doesn't meet Korra's gaze. But he edges closer, putting no care or ceremony into it. Just closing the gap between them, his hand still knitted with hers, the other coming up to trace its fingertips along her jawline, before palming her face, a slow cradle, letting her decide if the touch is okay. (Maybe telling her I'm sorry but also Thank you, because he can't trust his voice not to betray him on either counts.) ]