[ He stares for a moment at the rose, like a peace-offering in Yin's hand. Such a tiny, pretty hand. The sunshine and pinpoint lighting make her bracelet glitter. Dimly, it occurs to him -- Korra gave her the bracelet. An exchange that would, in other circumstances, seem frivolously girlish. But here, Hei can't help but feel unnerved, and unable to understand why he's unnerved. He only knows that the emotions Korra and Yin's suspected friendship are churning in him are not going to go still. Shaking it off, he accept the rose. Breaks it in half, chewing his own in small, precise bites. ]
[ The other half, he slips almost delicately between Yin's lips. City Dead don't eat, but the candy is barely a mouthful. He tries not to think about the impulsive presumption of the gesture -- or the intimacy of it. Just clasps Yin's hand tighter in his, and begins to guide her home. ]
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[ The other half, he slips almost delicately between Yin's lips. City Dead don't eat, but the candy is barely a mouthful. He tries not to think about the impulsive presumption of the gesture -- or the intimacy of it. Just clasps Yin's hand tighter in his, and begins to guide her home. ]