[ Wu watches, fascinated. He's seen Bolin lavabend, at a distance, but seeing it up close and personal? Is very cool.
He only realizes that Bolin asked him something a long moment later ]
Huh? Oh. It was a dump! Everything was broken and the paint was peeling and you couldn't even go upstairs! I don't think any of his appliances worked, and he was sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
At least here, you're safe from drafts and splinters.
And noise and monster attacks and kidnappings and criminals,
[Bo adds in agreement and sits back while the water boils. It won't be long.
Warm, he drops the blanket back from his shoulders but not entirely, loving the feeling of security it gives. After a beat he breaks out a few buns to share and Pabu tugs Fritter over to settle near the heat.
Familiar buns, obviously, which mysteriously appeared at this doorstep last night. They taste like stubborn but unrelenting concern but he'll still eat them. ]
[ And it's more than just a hole, and Mako knows that, somewhere, but his anger is a physical thing, a fire burning a hole in his belly, leaking even to Zuko, puffed and angry on his shoulders. It's entirely illogical, the idea that if he leaves Bolin here he'll walk away and come back to find him frozen, that he's a failure of a brother and a person for letting this happen at all, but Mako isn't using logic right now. He's hurt and he's angry and he's corrupted far beyond things like common sense. ]
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