"Are - are you okay? I was worried you'd be weirded out, but you seem to be having some completely unrelated reaction that I don't understand."
"It means you are weird in a way that is okay," Dao says to the insides of his hands, "and I am weird in a way that is not okay, is why I was scared when you turned out to be the Avatar, is why I blush at weird times and then don't want to talk about why, is why horror movies are my favourite kind, is why I like it that you're a masochist."
"I'm not sure what me being the Avatar has to do with anything? I don't have - kink sensing powers. And if I did I wouldn't be judgy."
Beila reaches out and pets his hair. "I wanna help you but I don't really get what the problem is. Like, so far, this sounds really convenient, except you're all distressed on top of that."
"I'm distressed because the things I think about doing to people sometimes are distressing," Dao says helplessly.
She slides her hand off his hair and takes his hand in hers instead. "Then it's okay."
"Man, you make it sound so easy," he sighs.
"Because I've been hating myself over it for years and it has, like, momentum now?"
She kisses the top of his head. "Well, I don't hate you for it. I think it's convenient. Unless you have enough issues around it that you're not going to let it be convenient when we get there?"
"You do have those super spiffy healing powers," he reminds her. "I think I can maybe handle some convenience."
"They are super spiffy! I had not gotten around to deciding what to do about not having them, before I got named, and now I don't have to."
"Like, I imagine kinky couples where neither party is a waterbender must figure something out, but drowned if I know what."
"Um - maybe they - do things - that heal pretty well by themselves," says Dao, blushing furiously.