From the moment he met Asami onward, he had been showered in kindness and gifts. Never in his life had he felt so rich. For the first time in years he was eating food that had actual taste, wearing clothes with no holes, and not worrying about how his brother was doing. And yet, he was still worrying.
Asami was beautiful and everything he had hoped for. But even with her head lying peacefully on his chest, he was thinking of Korra. He had hoped a night out would distract him from her, but his mind was still restless.
She was going to face Amon. He should have said something to her, maybe even try to dissuade her. Guilt filled him at the thought, making it even harder to enjoy the evening.
He remembered when Korra's head had been leaning against him, even if it had been an accident. For the first time since he had met her she had looked peaceful. He hadn't moved for fear of waking her then, instead closing his eyes and listening to her quiet breathing. He could recall the softness of her hair against his cheek now if he concentrated enough.
For those few moments, he had forgotten about the terror he had felt for his brother. Asami couldn't do that. And as the rich beautiful woman wrapped her arms around him, he only thought of when Korra had clutched his.
It was with a heavy heart that he realized he should have been far away from here, supporting a hot-headed girl, instead of sitting next to a woman he hardly knew.