There's a part of Bolin that hates moving. It's a chore to pack his things up, and there's always a sadness in leaving behind the place where you've spent your days, or at least your nights.
But in truth, he doesn't mind it all that much. When he and Mako have moved, it's usually been a step up: from the streets to a tiny studio apartment, from the studio to the tower apartment of the arena, and now from the tower to the Satos' mansion.
And what a mansion it is! he thinks. A butler, a pool, comfortable chairs around a state-of-the-art radio... "Hey, Mako!" he says excitedly. "If we weren't playing in the tournament, we could listen to it here!"
"The tournament's over, Bo. Remember?" Mako says, only a bit chidingly.
Bolin's mood falls a bit when he remembers the circumstances that led to Asami's taking them in. But Asami herself only seems cheered by his show of high spirits.
"I'm sure you'll both be comfortable here," she says kindly as she puts her arm around Mako. "I'm glad you're here. I get a bit lonely sometimes with no one else my age around," she admits.
"Well, we're around now," Mako says affectionately. The vapidness of his comment is lost on Asami, who smiles lovingly.
"Of course we are!" Bolin shouts, failing to realize the significance of Asami's statement. "Can we go to the pool now?" he asks, like a child excitedly begging for an ice cream.
Asami smiles. "Of course, Bo. I've found suits that should fit the two of you. They're on your beds." As Bolin runs off to his room, she smiles to herself. It's a nice change to have friends.