This will not be canon, I know, but the idea wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down.
Disclaimer: Konietzko and DiMartino own everything. I lay no claim whatsoever.
Bolin shook his head at his brother, at a loss to understand his decision.
"I think you're making a mistake."
Mako sighed at the window in their attic, irritated. He shouldn't have said anything at all to his little brother. Bolin would no doubt disagree with his decision. And he sure as hell would never let Mako forget it.
"Listen, Bolin, I can't tell her, alright? It'll just end up causing more problems than needed."
Bolin gaped at Mako, incredulous.
"Mako, she kissed you! She likes you! Are you seriously going to be a jerk and not tell her how you feel?"
"Yes," Mako replied firmly, turning to him, arms crossed.
Bolin stared at him, his green eyes—so reminiscent of their mother's—demanding an explanation.
"We're dealing with a revolution, Bolin. Now's not the time—"
"Korra doesn't care about any of that, Mako! What if something happens and you never get the chance again? Korra would want to know, no matter what."
Mako shook his head, his jaw set.
"Maybe she would, but I can't. Korra needs to focus on fighting Amon. Any distractions—"
"Distractions!" Bolin interrupts, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Mako, that's all life is! A bunch of distractions! You owe it to her to be honest with her!"
"Korra's the Avatar, Bolin. She's got too many responsibilities to the city—to the world. I'm just me. What can I ever offer her? A life of poverty?" Mako shook his head again, disgusted. "She deserves better."
Bolin looked at his brother for a long time before he headed for the door downstairs.
"Maybe she does, Mako, but she doesn't want it. She wants you. You should know her well enough to trust her judgment by now. I know you're always careful, but for once in your life stop playing it safe," Bolin responded coolly before disappearing from his sight.
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