[Korra wastes only a moment wishing she had worn a bra instead of her sarashi. She has plenty of bras, after all, and only one sarashi. But, like her sense of time, Naga's death and her retreat from the City has made her crave the familiar. She hasn't dug out her clothes from home, but every day she thinks about it.
Another worry for another day. He sets the shirts aside and she tugs him back in for more kisses.]
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Another worry for another day. He sets the shirts aside and she tugs him back in for more kisses.]