[ Mako listens with the patience of an older brother who has spent a lot of time listening to Bolin reason through his own thoughts aloud. He slides the most recent, slightly-burnt pancake onto the pile, turns off the stove, flips around to lean against it, and listens.
And it... hurts. Just a little, like a splinter in a finger. Not because Bolin didn't tell him, but because Mako understands so well the confusion of poking your foot into that space, unsure, waiting to be proven wrong or proven right and kind of afraid of both outcomes. The light that comes with understanding yourself can be a searing thing, illuminating curves you didn't know you had and maybe didn't want. It sucks. It's hard.
And Bolin thinks he needs to come to Mako with surety and facts instead of uncertainty and questions. That hurts a little too, but Mako swallows that, makes himself listen instead.
For once, he doesn't have to think about what to say. ]
It doesn't have to be a false alarm, bro. Maybe it is. Maybe it's not, but.
It's okay. That you don't know.
[ Mako shrugs, casual and easy, and steps forward to lean on the island instead, watching Bolin. ]
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Date: 2022-02-06 03:34 pm (UTC)And it... hurts. Just a little, like a splinter in a finger. Not because Bolin didn't tell him, but because Mako understands so well the confusion of poking your foot into that space, unsure, waiting to be proven wrong or proven right and kind of afraid of both outcomes. The light that comes with understanding yourself can be a searing thing, illuminating curves you didn't know you had and maybe didn't want. It sucks. It's hard.
And Bolin thinks he needs to come to Mako with surety and facts instead of uncertainty and questions. That hurts a little too, but Mako swallows that, makes himself listen instead.
For once, he doesn't have to think about what to say. ]
It doesn't have to be a false alarm, bro. Maybe it is. Maybe it's not, but.
It's okay. That you don't know.
[ Mako shrugs, casual and easy, and steps forward to lean on the island instead, watching Bolin. ]
I didn't.