Jammed into the weekend evening traffic, the car is humming with tension. Asami had told Korra to be ready before the pro bending match was through. It was for the title of best pro bending team, and just like the majority of Republic city, Korra would give up her left arm before she'd miss it. Since she hadn't missed it, she and Asami suffer the consequence.
Not too long after getting caught in traffic, they started, if one could call it that. Asami was quiet the whole time. It was the kind of quiet that just twists your arm and stares one in the face, daring them to say something. And Korra dared. It wasn't long before they both started spouting out little clues as to what was bothering them.
Korra brought up how detached Asami has been. Asami throws out the lack of physical affection.
"You're never around to give affection too, and when you are, you shew me away so you could finish the work you brought home!" Korra said, nearly running out of breath.
"Oh, you know the city is relying on me to rebuild the city, again, also the amount of Future industries property was destroyed with Kuvira's Iron Giant needs to be done with it. I would have been done sooner if I hadn't let you-"
"Don't you put that on me…"
And so on and so forth. Once the car was at a perfect level of quiet, the regret began. Neither of them meant anything they said. Korra doesn't mind Asami's work, in fact it's the second thing she respects her most for. The first, being able to keep her hair perfect in the most impossible of conditions. Asami knows she's been distant, that's why she wants to take Korra out so badly. Having to fight about it just makes her feel worse.
Now, nearly twenty minutes later and ten feet from where they fought, the tension hasn't let up, and its taking its toll on Asami. Without an open road to rip apart, her shoulders are up to her ears and her hands clasped to the wheel. Too fixated on how screwed up their night turned out to notice the persistent shuffling that lead to shifting which eventually lead to a final and triumphant slump on the passenger side. The elephants in the car start to suffocate Korra, and so she is yet again the breaker of silence.
"I'm sorry." she says in her most wispy of voices. Asami turns to see her in the fetal position with her maroon jacket draped backwards over her shoulders, and nuzzling the collar as if she were hugging the inside. The sight melted Asami's insides, she wanted nothing more than to throw herself to that side of the car and just hold Korra. However, she can't, she won't. She can't say all those things and then just thrust intimate gestures at Korra. More of an excuse to her than a reason. Though she can't possibly imagine having a pieceful dinner without having to argue for another table. So she make the executive decision to head home and order in.
She pulls into the driveway with a sigh of relief. Korra doesn't open her eyes immediately though. It didn't take long to figure out that Korra was fake sleeping but she had no plausible reason to bother with it.
Asami steps out of the car and walks around to the passenger window. She then kneels down to Korra's head level and taps on the glass. Without looking at her, Korra rolls down the window. Asami moves invisible strands of hair from her forehead, causing Korra to finally open her eyes.
"I'm sorry, too." she says, placing a tender kiss on the Avatar's forehead.
"Come on, I'll call Cho's for take out." she opens the door for Korra, holding out a hand for her. She takes it with a miniscule smile, failing at hiding her glee.
They walk holding each other's hand, and bumping hips up towards their home.
"Are we going to have a talk?"
"Not before dinner gets here." says Asami.
"Good," Korra gets her half smile going, " I said it first."
"I didn't hear that."