[ It's probably better that Uhura thinks of Li as a shy SuperNerd with a case of bedhead. She can draw her own conclusions as to why he would've rejected (run away from) Korra. (Too pretty -- Too athletic -- She'd leave him for someone better anyway.) The boy had a live dynamite on his hands and clearly couldn't handle it. ]
[ The rims of his ears redden as Uhura squeezes his arm. He smiles timidly and drops his gaze, focusing on Chekov. The younger man's murmur makes him frown, ] Huh? Wh-what did he say? [ As if he isn't conversant enough in the language to understand. 'Don't Worry.' Except, looking at Chekov's ashen face, he can't help but think: He's not going to make it. ]
[ The first time a friend dies, it's a tragedy. The second time, it's supposedly a farce. Nonetheless Hei is surprised to feel a small measure of sympathy. ]
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[ The rims of his ears redden as Uhura squeezes his arm. He smiles timidly and drops his gaze, focusing on Chekov. The younger man's murmur makes him frown, ] Huh? Wh-what did he say? [ As if he isn't conversant enough in the language to understand. 'Don't Worry.' Except, looking at Chekov's ashen face, he can't help but think: He's not going to make it. ]
[ The first time a friend dies, it's a tragedy. The second time, it's supposedly a farce. Nonetheless Hei is surprised to feel a small measure of sympathy. ]