[ The need, jangling so shrill and strong in Hei's bones, dissipates as Korra pads away. Left alone, he could loll in bed, which is warm, the sheets giving off a sweet aroma of Korra-ness, the mattress half-sunken from the impression of her body. Instead, he gets up, the restless bloodhound in him wanting to re-examine the room, to explore any deeper changes. The whole house feels so strange to him. Changed in a million tiny ways that, taken together, seem massive. It's like not seeing your own face for eight years, then having someone hand you a mirror. Who is that guy? And then you realize: it's you. It's still you. ]
[ Eventually, bored, disoriented, aimless, he gets a lychee drink and goes to lean outside the bathroom. The door is closed. Through its cracks ekes the muffled sounds of Korra searching for something -- fruitlessly. Eyes closed, he holds the cool bottle to his forehead and sighs. ]
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[ Eventually, bored, disoriented, aimless, he gets a lychee drink and goes to lean outside the bathroom. The door is closed. Through its cracks ekes the muffled sounds of Korra searching for something -- fruitlessly. Eyes closed, he holds the cool bottle to his forehead and sighs. ]
There's nothing in there, hm?