( she'll always love bolin!! but they're less likely to hold each other and cry over emotions, than they are over a lack of noodles in the general vicinity of where they are.

her hugs lessens. it's - more embarrassing, than anything else, and her tears swiftly move into shy smiles, as she pulls gingerly back. a hand cups mako's cheek, thumbs wiping away the length of his tears. )

Don't be sorry.

( asami's a business woman. if she were here, she'd lay out the facts and present it in a way mako couldn't refute. as it stands, it's just korra, who is. just a little bit out of her element. ( and what a weird feeling that is! ) )

I was asking for it. Don't be sorry. And — I'm not mad. ( her hand pulls back, vaguely gesturing between them. ) Me and Asami have talked about — it. You know. Your two ex-girlfriends don't talk about getting together without talking about ... it.

( literally it sounds like you're talking about his dick, korra. she gets a little flustered with herself. )

I mean! Our feelings. Our feelings for you. That's what I'm talking about.