nothing's right and everything hurts

[anatural]

WHO: Korra & Hei
WHAT: Everything hurts.

[Korra feels like she hasn't breathed in almost a month, not since she came home to find Mai alone, choking on her own vomit.

Of course Hei would choose to abandon them just when their daughter gets sick -- the kind of sick that requires doctors and a long term stay in the hospital. She would have taken Mai with her to mediate the dispute (a simple case between the city government and a group of protestors, all of whom were willing to be reasonable once there was a third party around), except Hei walked through the door just as she was leaving, and it just seemed more practical to hand the fussy baby over to him. If she’d just known that Hei was going to leave, and that Mai’s fussing was the sign of a terrible illness...

She’s been holding her breath ever since, terrified that any movement could send Mai down the path of no recovery. When she gets word from Asami that Hei has been found in a hospital at the edge of Republic City — that’s when her heart stops beating.

She walks slowly into his hospital room, feeling disjointed and detached and hardly real. She’s already forgotten what the doctor had said about his condition; she was in too much shock to listen. She’s never seen Hei like this: bandaged, hooked up to beeping machines, helpless. She feels herself start to tremble. He’s always known when to bail from a fight, how to make a strategic retreat. The only way he gets this banged up is by intention. He wanted to be beaten to death.]

You fucking bastard...

[Anger burns deep in her belly. His familiar smell, and the accompanying twinge of arousal, only add fuel to the fire. Biting back tears, she slaps him hard. It makes her palm sting and her clit twitch. So she slaps him again.]

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[anatural]

[Korra snorts derisively.] When did that change? [Because he certainly didn't seem to feel that way seven months ago when he walked out to die.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He wants to flinch, but that's never been his way. Instead he meets her gaze as it burns into him, opaque and blue and blinding. He doesn't know how to go about trying to explain himself, the sad epiphany that crept in increments over him as he'd floated from day to day without Korra and Mai. There seems no way to talk about it sensibly, no way to make it sound anything but facile. Can't explain that he was unable to go to sleep at night -- unable to do anything -- without thinking of Korra and what he'd thrown away out of overwhelming shame and fear. Thrown away for nothing. ]

[ He gathers Mai a little closer -- though she wriggles like a restless kitten -- needing to feel her warmth, her pulse. ]

I'm not sure. It was ...gradual.

[ He can't blame her for being wary. Not only has his behavior been terrible, it is so damn inconsistent. After keeping her and Mai at a distance even as he lived with them ... after being so cruel, so careless ... can he really expect she'll accept him back without a flinch? ]

[anatural]

Don't hold her like that. She gets upset when she can't move her arms. [It's a sin of ignorance, if anything, but it reminds Korra chillingly of Hei's questionable history with consent. There's a part of her that's spent the past seven months appalled by the last 10 years of her life, by how she let him stay so close to her.

She can't regret it entirely. Without him, there's no Mai... and yes, she still loves him on his own merits. Which makes her afraid for Mai's future, when she's old enough to fall in love with the absolute wrong person. How do you stop that from happening when you can't even stop yourself?]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei blinks, aware of how tightly he's cradling Mai. The baby whimpers; her eyes are mournful and shining-wet. Dismayed by how easy it is to frighten a child, he is keen to restore her cheerful spirits. Loosening his hold, he lifts her with both hands clasped around her pudgy torso -- gentle, protective. Tosses her, a dizzying few inches, then catches her again. Such a timid distance, yet Mai squeals with delight as if she's riding a rollercoaster. ]

[ Strange. To make her happy seems so easy: a simple physical act. She is a child, he is a grown-up: the pleasure of play is his to give or withhold. Yet, for a few moments, it's Hei who is happy, druggingly happy, treating himself to this stolen dose of tactile joy. ]

[ It won't last. He knows that. His track record as a parent -- as a caretaker, not a bodyguard -- is checkered at best. He can't pretend he did his best with Pai. And Mai is so different from anything he's ever known. A normal girl with different needs. Maybe bigger needs. A poor innocent unsuspecting baby left at his mercy -- and he's already failed her. ]

[ It's a jangling reminder that he's so unsuited to this. What he does best -- or used to do best -- is destroy, deceive. Raising a child is beyond his core expertise. ]

[ Again, that voice intrudes, a tantalizing murmur: Try.]

[ His entire existence has been a string of fuck-ups. Right until the moment he'd met Korra -- an error of errors in itself. Yet a windfall, too -- a stroke of pure luck -- because she'd saved him from a life that nearly tore all his humanity out. Their relationship is so fraught with disaster -- yet he can't make himself regret it. She'd been his reason to try living -- really living -- once again. ]

[ Carefully, he settles Mai back in his lap. When he glances at Korra, his expression is hazy, distant -- but there is emotion, subtle, in the set of his eyes. ]

It's getting late.

[ Implicit in that statement: Do you want me to stay or Do you want me to go?. He won't begrudge her if she tells him to get out. ]

[anatural]

[Korra's heart just about stops when he tosses Mai into the air, instinctively suspecting the worst, ready to air end to soften the baby's inevitable fall. Thank goodness Hei doesn't do it for long.

It's getting late. Korra glances out the window. She needs to meet the sky bison at dawn tomorrow; she needs to put Mai down for the night and get packing.

She reaches out and takes the baby back, ignoring her whimpers and protests.]

Take care of yourself. [No invitation, no promises or even suggestions for the future. But maybe not, perhaps, a permanent dismissal.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei doesn't reply immediately. The way his head is dipped, long hair sweeping over the side of his skull in dark wings, obscures his expression. There's no change in his body language when Korra takes Mai away, let alone a sign that he's heard her -- but he does stir eventually, his arms dropping mechanically to his sides before he rises with a cyborgian smoothness. ]

Yeah.

[ Just like that. Yeah. Like there isn't an immeasurable weight settling in his chest. Like it doesn't feel as if Mai has left the bright welt of her shape in his empty arms. Just Yeah, like she might have told him the time or the date. He's not that unfeeling, at least not entirely. It's just that there's nothing else he can say. Thank you? I'm grateful? I'm sorry? No; those would be words for Korra-and-Hei, and he's under no illusion that this means things will melt back into place. It is what it is. Mai's well-being and Korra's life first. ]

[ He wishes he could hug Korra. Wishes he could kiss the squalling baby; gather her in and inhale her warm powdery scent. Instead he nods, acknowledgement, acquiescence, then turns to walk out the door -- feeling like he's leaving all eight layers of his consciousness behind. ]