"Hey," he accuses, turning around to face her with a tiny pout on his lips, and one hand rubbing the numb spot where she kicked him.

"You know, just stuff. Is just still complicated. In certain ways. But I'm pretty much over it, seriously, I promise. I just don't want you to get the wrong impression about why. I did this."

He sighs, sounding impossibly lame even to his own ears by now, and shakes his head. Before getting a look at her, a real, good look at her, and softening in expression again. He folds his arms over his chest in quiet assessment. "Let's just be fair to the clothes. You'd look good wearing a burlap sack. But they really suit you, I'm serious. You're fine, and even if you weren't, it's not like Tenzin's going to show up and throw a blanket around you." Bolin pauses, but before he can think better of it, adds, "I really like it on you."