[ It's as gentle an evasion as he can make it; he doesn't like talking about his hand. For now, it's swathed in bindings as if a cutman is preparing him for a boxing match. Underneath the stuff wrappings, the fingers are like stubborn stubs, ungainly and disobedient. They always ache during rainy nights, the dull throb singing up his entire arm. They're doing it tonight, too. ]
[ Fixing the tea, he tamps down his burning curiosity, which is just concern in disguise. She seems so uneasy, a quiet insecurity simmering to the surface. He wants to ask what happened. But it's an effort to remember that any efforts to pry into her life are a presumption. She doesn't owe him her inner confidences -- not anymore. ]
[ The kettle boils and shrieks; he pours into the ceramic pot Asami picked out for him, fetches the matching cups, then sets doughy rounds of mooncakes on a plate. He has no idea anymore what time it is, and feels beyond the need for sleep, stirred up inside by fading adrenaline and these recent unnatural events, out of time. ]
[ Setting everything before Korra, he says, with a dab of humor, ]
no subject
[ It's as gentle an evasion as he can make it; he doesn't like talking about his hand. For now, it's swathed in bindings as if a cutman is preparing him for a boxing match. Underneath the stuff wrappings, the fingers are like stubborn stubs, ungainly and disobedient. They always ache during rainy nights, the dull throb singing up his entire arm. They're doing it tonight, too. ]
[ Fixing the tea, he tamps down his burning curiosity, which is just concern in disguise. She seems so uneasy, a quiet insecurity simmering to the surface. He wants to ask what happened. But it's an effort to remember that any efforts to pry into her life are a presumption. She doesn't owe him her inner confidences -- not anymore. ]
[ The kettle boils and shrieks; he pours into the ceramic pot Asami picked out for him, fetches the matching cups, then sets doughy rounds of mooncakes on a plate. He has no idea anymore what time it is, and feels beyond the need for sleep, stirred up inside by fading adrenaline and these recent unnatural events, out of time. ]
[ Setting everything before Korra, he says, with a dab of humor, ]
No drugs in anything. This time.