He has his shirt in one hand and his jacket in the other. The night brings a cold breeze that prickles his skin. He's not standing here for much longer, and if Korra doesn't realize that. Well, they can't be good at everything. For example, he's not good at accepting help. Maybe because the last person who offered it was -- Let's not even go there.

Joe -- this is for sure Joe this time -- the persona smiles, still friendly but tired. And a part of Jason is, he wants to go back to his look out and nap for the 40 minutes before his nightmares bring another bout of mapping and fighting and repeat.

"I'm not asking for any favours. Do what you can," he shrugs, the movement brings an ache that he ignores; he's very good at that, "and we can both get on with our lives, capisce?"