[ The door clicks shut, and Hei blinks, the hypnotic zone of detachment sliced in half. He glares at the doctor with baleful eyes from under his unruly bangs, before flicking them out of the way to focus on Korra. The questions the doctor asks her are perfunctory but hardly painless. In a brief moment of revulsion, he thinks: People do this routinely? Subject themselves to this intrusive madness -- actually pay money for it? Except it's a ridiculous thought. Of course this is normal. The doctor, the questions, the examinations, the clinic's atmosphere. What's unnatural is Hei -- wrong-shaped by virtue of his history and lifestyle. Warped inside-out so that if someone says white, it has therefore to be black. ]
[ Fuck. His knuckles wedge tighter through Korra's. This is a terrible idea. A baby -- what the hell will he do with one? ]
[ Then the doctor's gaze settles on him. She offers him a tepid professional smile. Her pen scritches softly at the notepad as she peppers him with her gentle questions next. First harmless ones, like his age and occupation. Then, in a benignly roundabout manner he trusts not at all, asking about genetic or birth defects in his family, a history of drug abuse, exposure to toxic elements. He answers obliquely, struggling with that truth-hoarding, secret-keeping bastard in his nature -- and failing. ]
[ But then the doctor asks about the number of sexual partners he'd had, their genders, what kinds of sexual practices he engaged in, whether he always used a condom, whether he had a history of sexually transmitted diseases. The more Hei answers, the more he can't say. He wonders if the doctor, if Korra, are honing in on his tactful evasions and equivocations. ]
[ How long will this last? The faster they finish, the better. ]
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Date: 2015-02-18 03:48 am (UTC)[ Fuck. His knuckles wedge tighter through Korra's. This is a terrible idea. A baby -- what the hell will he do with one? ]
[ Then the doctor's gaze settles on him. She offers him a tepid professional smile. Her pen scritches softly at the notepad as she peppers him with her gentle questions next. First harmless ones, like his age and occupation. Then, in a benignly roundabout manner he trusts not at all, asking about genetic or birth defects in his family, a history of drug abuse, exposure to toxic elements. He answers obliquely, struggling with that truth-hoarding, secret-keeping bastard in his nature -- and failing. ]
[ But then the doctor asks about the number of sexual partners he'd had, their genders, what kinds of sexual practices he engaged in, whether he always used a condom, whether he had a history of sexually transmitted diseases. The more Hei answers, the more he can't say. He wonders if the doctor, if Korra, are honing in on his tactful evasions and equivocations. ]
[ How long will this last? The faster they finish, the better. ]