[ It isn't as bad as Mako was expecting. He doesn't know what he was expecting, but at least Bolin—at least he made a home for them the way he used to, at least this has four walls and a roof and a... feel that might, in some places, be like a home. He has a bed. He's working on stuff.
But obviously Bolin knows this isn't ideal, because he was hiding it, and that's the thing: that's what Mako doesn't know, that's what scares him. If Bolin didn't have a choice, this would be fine. But why he'd choose to live like this when there are plenty of houses to choose from, why he'd hide it, it's all wrapped up with Mako having not known in the first place. Guilt curls sickly through him as he spins in a slow circle, taking it all in, before landing on Bolin. Mako doesn't even know what his own face is doing. He can't tell what his feelings are doing, either, only that he's cataloguing the details in here one by one and the only thing he comes up with, after all of it, with Bolin looking at him like a contrite child— ]
This is nice.
[ The words are stiff and rough but earnest, at the very least. Mako's eyes skip from Bolin's knees up to his face, and then his stony expression cracks into hurt and anger all at once like the surface of lava breaking open. ]
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But obviously Bolin knows this isn't ideal, because he was hiding it, and that's the thing: that's what Mako doesn't know, that's what scares him. If Bolin didn't have a choice, this would be fine. But why he'd choose to live like this when there are plenty of houses to choose from, why he'd hide it, it's all wrapped up with Mako having not known in the first place. Guilt curls sickly through him as he spins in a slow circle, taking it all in, before landing on Bolin. Mako doesn't even know what his own face is doing. He can't tell what his feelings are doing, either, only that he's cataloguing the details in here one by one and the only thing he comes up with, after all of it, with Bolin looking at him like a contrite child— ]
This is nice.
[ The words are stiff and rough but earnest, at the very least. Mako's eyes skip from Bolin's knees up to his face, and then his stony expression cracks into hurt and anger all at once like the surface of lava breaking open. ]
Why?