[ Gently, Hei bats her hand off, shaking his head, dismissal, negation. Reaches, after a moment, to tug her from her seat and into his lap, in the old remembered way. He can't explain to her, all the sticky bits in his head, where his sense of disorientation and regret rubs too hard against his instinct for joy. He still feels like he's intruding on the life Korra has restructured without him. He thinks she ought to escape back into the flow of time, but he doesn't want to send her there, and he doesn't really want her to decide to go either. But he's afraid one day she'll wake up and be angry at him for drinking up her time, limiting her choices. ]
[ He doesn't tell her that. Just reaches out, plucking a slice of starfruit from the salad bowl, and hands it to her. ]
[ Quietly, ]
How did it start? You and Asami?
[ If it's an interrogation, he offers no hint of it. His gaze is clear, curious. ]
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Date: 2014-12-31 11:42 pm (UTC)[ He doesn't tell her that. Just reaches out, plucking a slice of starfruit from the salad bowl, and hands it to her. ]
[ Quietly, ]
How did it start? You and Asami?
[ If it's an interrogation, he offers no hint of it. His gaze is clear, curious. ]