[ Against his sullen silence, Korra's enthusiasm strikes a discordant cord. Already Hei can feel his shoulders tensing, his spine like the tail of a stingray. He doesn't want to stop walking. But his feet slow against his will. Slipping both hands into his pockets, he nods at her greeting, eyes averted. (He isn't sure, exactly, what he means by the ambiguous gesture.) ]
[ Finally, ]
I was heading home.
[ It's spoken in a dry, almost inflectionless voice -- either disengagement or tiredness. ]
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[ Finally, ]
I was heading home.
[ It's spoken in a dry, almost inflectionless voice -- either disengagement or tiredness. ]