[He flops down onto his back and looks up at the sky. Perhaps the answers to everyone's problems are written up there in that potentially artificial atmosphere.]
I have time, if you would like to elaborate. [Chekov looks over at Korra, just as sincere as ever.] I'm your friend. If you don't want me to tell anyone what you tell me, I won't.
[He does the same and grabs her hand before she can get up entirely. This isn't just weariness or a reaction to the knowledge that she's being spied on. Chekov knows about Korra's spat with Jinora and Tohru's disappearance; Jinora was upset about both and needed an outside party to listen to her. Bringing it up would be unfair to the young airbender, and he shouldn't pry, but...]
My father has told me that the worries we keep to ourselves never disappear. They're like injuries--they need to be tended to, or they get worse. [It's sound advice that Chekov often has difficulties listening to.] You don't need to tell them to me, but you shouldn't hold on to them.
[There. He didn't give anything away and it wasn't prying, really. Just advice.]
[Yeah, Korra's heard that before. It's good advice -- easier to hear than to follow. She reaches out to hug him (not as tightly as she usually would, still ever-mindful of how fragile he is)]
[Thank you is just a polite way to say I don't want to talk about it, but he didn't have high expectations. It would be extremely hypocritical to do more than offer the advice.]
Of course.
[And Chekov hugs her back just as tightly as ever, as if that alone can convince her that he's not so delicate as she thinks.]
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I have time, if you would like to elaborate. [Chekov looks over at Korra, just as sincere as ever.] I'm your friend. If you don't want me to tell anyone what you tell me, I won't.
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It's fine. I'm just tired. I should probably get home.
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My father has told me that the worries we keep to ourselves never disappear. They're like injuries--they need to be tended to, or they get worse. [It's sound advice that Chekov often has difficulties listening to.] You don't need to tell them to me, but you shouldn't hold on to them.
[There. He didn't give anything away and it wasn't prying, really. Just advice.]
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Thank you.
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Of course.
[And Chekov hugs her back just as tightly as ever, as if that alone can convince her that he's not so delicate as she thinks.]
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She pulls away and shoves her hands in her pockets.]
We should do something fun sometime. When you're not busy.
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I can be not busy whenever you like.
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Why don't we meet at the park on Saturday. [A safer subject.]
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Good. Around noon?
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