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Waking up to a girl in your arms? Totally win.
Feeling the chill whisper of winter sliding through the tent flap? Not so win.
Jet groggily rolls over -- he tucks himself tighter to Katara, quiet and dreamily thoughtful as he nestles closer to the girl; she's nice, she's warm, she's not gone. He likes that. He likes having something to hold on to.
For however long, anyway.
His eyes are open, but he is still and calm. He doesn't need to be anything else right now, so he doesn't think about being anything else.
Still and calm, like the fresh-fallen snow outside the tent.
No noise, no distractions. Just a warm body next to him.
S'all good.
Until it's over.
Feeling the chill whisper of winter sliding through the tent flap? Not so win.
Jet groggily rolls over -- he tucks himself tighter to Katara, quiet and dreamily thoughtful as he nestles closer to the girl; she's nice, she's warm, she's not gone. He likes that. He likes having something to hold on to.
For however long, anyway.
His eyes are open, but he is still and calm. He doesn't need to be anything else right now, so he doesn't think about being anything else.
Still and calm, like the fresh-fallen snow outside the tent.
No noise, no distractions. Just a warm body next to him.
S'all good.
Until it's over.