There are some parts of Korra's life that fit together like puzzle pieces. Parts that have been outlined carefully to her, explained and placed by one another since she was a child. But these matters of the heart have never been part of that careful, multi-decade plan. It's something that doesn't hold steady across the reincarnations of the Avatar, something that doesn't hold steady across different people, period. She wishes that it would all slot together a little more easily. That Mako wouldn't have any feelings for her at all, or that she might be able to forget her own towards him, or that Bolin wouldn't have to be hurt in the process. Only a second passes of that comforting weight on her shoulder before she leans her own head over, resting against the top of his.

"We are perfect for one another," says Korra quietly, gaze growing a bit blurred and distant as she exhales deeply. "You, me. Mako. Asami. I don't want to imagine life without you guys, you know? I went so many years being the only person my age and never had any way of knowing what I was missing. But now I know what it's like, and I don't want to go back. I don't want you to feel sorry either, because you were the first guy who liked me, and I guess it makes me selfish, but it felt good. Feels a whole lot better than being constantly turned down."

Chewing on her lip, Korra shakes her head minutely. "Whatever. I don't think I have space in my head for any of that right now. All I know is that I love you too, Bolin, and I really, really need to figure out how to get my bending back. And I'm trusting you to keep me on the right track."