[ Hei watches Asami go, the aroma of her, clean and floral yet somehow melancholy, lingering in the air like a formless rebuke. While he sympathizes with her predicament, he won't lose sleep over it. But he'll do his best not to rub Asami's loss in her face, or get too punchy with Korra about the affair, either. (Part of him thinks: you've changed after all. Or maybe he's just grown more sentimental? Maybe this is what it feels like to grow old.) ]
[ Left alone with Korra, who radiates a live-wire sort of energy, he drifts clear of the door, allowing her to step inside. In a tone of gentle neutrality, ]
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[ Left alone with Korra, who radiates a live-wire sort of energy, he drifts clear of the door, allowing her to step inside. In a tone of gentle neutrality, ]
Hungry? Supper's all ready.