[ As if she's telling him what the date is. He could say I'm sorry, and blah blah blah. Could ply her with polite platitudes, though he disdains them. He knows she must feel like it's something surreal, a disorientation akin to the tail end of a powerful bender, realizing that she's alone again. Except someone like Korra is never alone. Not really. She's one of those people who makes connections -- however brief or whimsical -- that are always warm and solid. Human. ]
[ She'll be all right. She always is. It's what he likes about her. ]
[ He shrugs off her offer, hesitating by the doorframe, his expression partly to mostly cloudy. I'm not the sort of person to invite into your house, he'd tell her, but she wouldn't understand the careful stratagems that go with defense and protection against volatile elements. She wouldn't understand that the intimacy of letting anyone slip between her thighs is nothing compared to having a space of her own. Somewhere to be alone, to think, to regroup. Somewhere BK201's corrosive bilge won't seep in. ]
[ Instead, ] You never know when he -- or anyone else -- might return. [ This, at least, is true. ]
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[ As if she's telling him what the date is. He could say I'm sorry, and blah blah blah. Could ply her with polite platitudes, though he disdains them. He knows she must feel like it's something surreal, a disorientation akin to the tail end of a powerful bender, realizing that she's alone again. Except someone like Korra is never alone. Not really. She's one of those people who makes connections -- however brief or whimsical -- that are always warm and solid. Human. ]
[ She'll be all right. She always is. It's what he likes about her. ]
[ He shrugs off her offer, hesitating by the doorframe, his expression partly to mostly cloudy. I'm not the sort of person to invite into your house, he'd tell her, but she wouldn't understand the careful stratagems that go with defense and protection against volatile elements. She wouldn't understand that the intimacy of letting anyone slip between her thighs is nothing compared to having a space of her own. Somewhere to be alone, to think, to regroup. Somewhere BK201's corrosive bilge won't seep in. ]
[ Instead, ] You never know when he -- or anyone else -- might return. [ This, at least, is true. ]