( she hasn't thought about all those what ifs, even if they're plausible outcomes. honestly, the thought hadn't even crossed her mind until mako put it to words, but - no, she's not going to consider it. she'll go crazy with possibilities if she does. the universe wants the two ( and three ) of them to be together. if she ever showed up here, it'd be with a full understanding of her feelings towards korra.

he is right, though. it's between him and asami. korra lets the subject drop, although she'll likely be thinking about it hours after this.

that second part gives her pause. her fingers trace the calloused bumps of mako's knuckles softly, although her expression is sort of torn at the seams, eyebrows knitted. with a little bewilderment, she opens her mouth and shuts it aptly. opens it again. )

You've always been more than just a cop.

( this is mako. he's the guy who always has her back, no question about. the one who makes sure they all eat during stakeouts, the first to offer up his coat if anyone's shivering, the last to tuck in at night until everyone else is safely in bed. mako has a pretty face, but the most handsome thing about him has always been his heart, that parental type of protection he insists over them and the entirety of republic city, like a watchful guardian. korra knows he takes his job seriously, but ... she's been gone for a few years. she wasn't there to see it turn from an occupation into a lifestyle. )

I know being here won't always be easy, but ... when was the last time you had fun, Mako? Before we got here.