[ Drunkenness isn't on tonight's menu. He doesn't want his alertness compromised. Can't understand why she would -- but then again, he can. With depthless hostility leaking at the edges of every waking moment, the world like a giant cage of teeth gnawing relentlessly at your nerves, the only palliative is gorgeous blotto oblivion. He can still remember that time, after Heaven's War, during the darkest period of Pai's absence, when he'd soaked himself in alcohol and indifference, a remote observer of himself and of the drama playing out on that distant screen, the world. Detached, pitiless, some crucial part of him had stopped acknowledging suffering and struggle -- within himself and in others. ]
[ He's not sure if Korra has reached that point yet. Or if she's crossed it. Reminds himself that it isn't his concern. She isn't his concern. ]
[ There is no tub in the bathroom. Just a rusty shower with lousy water pressure. But he stays there a while, letting the weak stream patter across his body, willing the buzzing tension in his muscles to subside. Dried and dressed, he walks around the wine-redolent heap of Korra and throws himself down on the couch, rolling a stale-smelling afghan around himself, scrunching down. ]
[ In a half-mutter, ]
Don't pass out. One of us needs to keep watch every two hours.
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[ He's not sure if Korra has reached that point yet. Or if she's crossed it. Reminds himself that it isn't his concern. She isn't his concern. ]
[ There is no tub in the bathroom. Just a rusty shower with lousy water pressure. But he stays there a while, letting the weak stream patter across his body, willing the buzzing tension in his muscles to subside. Dried and dressed, he walks around the wine-redolent heap of Korra and throws himself down on the couch, rolling a stale-smelling afghan around himself, scrunching down. ]
[ In a half-mutter, ]
Don't pass out. One of us needs to keep watch every two hours.