[ Hei raises an eyebrow, but doesn't dignify the seashell collecting with a response. Instead he puts his thumb around the edge of the doorframe, and shakes his head. His tone is almost off-hand, absent, when he says, ]
I'm not staying long.
[ If anything, he looks like he'd prefer to be facing something whose neck he can break. With every breath he feels his chest sticking to his shirt in two faint haloes of sweat, and fading again. Isn't sure if it's the humidity of the sea air, or the sweet confiding look on Korra's face, that's making him antsy. His eyes drift steadily away from Korra, to stare at his own sinewy, pale-knuckled fingers, trying to work out how to navigate this impulsive visit, but there's something warm and heavy settling his chest, just by looking at her. At the same time, a hand grasps his brain, squeezes it tight around the idea of his own fundamental stupidity for coming here, making him incapable of thinking about anything else. ]
[ Except, Hei is never stymied for long. On an exhale, he forces himself to speak. ]
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I'm not staying long.
[ If anything, he looks like he'd prefer to be facing something whose neck he can break. With every breath he feels his chest sticking to his shirt in two faint haloes of sweat, and fading again. Isn't sure if it's the humidity of the sea air, or the sweet confiding look on Korra's face, that's making him antsy. His eyes drift steadily away from Korra, to stare at his own sinewy, pale-knuckled fingers, trying to work out how to navigate this impulsive visit, but there's something warm and heavy settling his chest, just by looking at her. At the same time, a hand grasps his brain, squeezes it tight around the idea of his own fundamental stupidity for coming here, making him incapable of thinking about anything else. ]
[ Except, Hei is never stymied for long. On an exhale, he forces himself to speak. ]
I have something for you.