( she's oblivious to any anger, but honestly, she'd take it in stride. she's grown mature enough to know the difference between real anger and just - needing to yell, and she'd willingly be that dummy for him, if he needed it. it's an unfair situation, worst of all because they didn't get to say goodbye. korra's bothered by it, worried after bolin, but it's a backburner, secondary thing. she loves bolin, but she knows he can take care of himself. he's not her brother.
at the room, korra is just busying herself by the stove. she's not a great chef or anything, but she knows it's kind of a thing for mako, so maybe sentiment will speak louder than words. it's definitely a waterbender's attempt at firebender food - seafood and noodles, and it's probably still not spicy enough, despite her best effort. when mako wraps around her, she's swift in moving back into his space, arms wrapped around his middle, squeezing tightly. )
C'mere.
( if he isn't here enough. she shortly goes from being held to holding him, reaching her hands up and wrapping around his giraffe's neck, to tug him further down into the curvature of her shoulder. )
( he lets her adjust their positions without protest, could hardly ever object to being closer to her. he knows she's being gentle with him as if he's something fragile, and there's that street-kid part of him that rankles at it. but it's just... love, from korra, and he does his best to accept it from her instead of making everything worse the way he always does.
he lets her take some of his weight, fingers finding purchase in her shirt and against her skin wherever his hands have fallen to. )
That idiot. He didn't even say goodbye.
( it's a tired attempt at anger, obviously manufactured rather than felt. his voice is muffled against her shoulder, barely audible. )
( there's a hand at the back of his neck, and one caught in the ink of his black hair, soothingly rubbing him up and down in slow, broad strokes. her breath catches on him, a half, humorless laugh. )
You know, he probably would've cried too much to get out a goodbye.
( it's an attempt at being reassuring, but ... it doesn't really stick. korra doesn't want to think about him crying, she just. wants him to be here. more for mako's benefit than her own. )
Bolin and goodbyes doesn't really add up, though. He's always there when you need him.
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at the room, korra is just busying herself by the stove. she's not a great chef or anything, but she knows it's kind of a thing for mako, so maybe sentiment will speak louder than words. it's definitely a waterbender's attempt at firebender food - seafood and noodles, and it's probably still not spicy enough, despite her best effort. when mako wraps around her, she's swift in moving back into his space, arms wrapped around his middle, squeezing tightly. )
C'mere.
( if he isn't here enough. she shortly goes from being held to holding him, reaching her hands up and wrapping around his giraffe's neck, to tug him further down into the curvature of her shoulder. )
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he lets her take some of his weight, fingers finding purchase in her shirt and against her skin wherever his hands have fallen to. )
That idiot. He didn't even say goodbye.
( it's a tired attempt at anger, obviously manufactured rather than felt. his voice is muffled against her shoulder, barely audible. )
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You know, he probably would've cried too much to get out a goodbye.
( it's an attempt at being reassuring, but ... it doesn't really stick. korra doesn't want to think about him crying, she just. wants him to be here. more for mako's benefit than her own. )
Bolin and goodbyes doesn't really add up, though. He's always there when you need him.