A/N: Behind the scenes. Enjoy

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He could practically feel Asami's saddened glare bore into the back of his head. But, somehow, with all the strength in his being, he couldn't bring himself to care.

He warily squeezed her hand that laid limp in his. His thumb stroked the back of her hand as his eyes grazed over her resting figure. From somewhere behind him, he heard fading footsteps as they disappeared down the hall.

After several minutes in silence he spoke.

"Hey… Korra," he said slowly. His voice was hoarse and tired. He hadn't spoken a single word since arriving on Air Temple Island and he honestly didn't plan to unless it was to her.

It was entirely too still in the room so even though his voice was rough and weak, he continued on.

"Everyone was so worried about you… I was worried about you." His eyes glanced up to her face to make sure she hadn't woken. Just as he had expected, she hadn't moved.

"They're eating now, all of them. Bolin, Tenzin, Chief Beifong, Asami…" He paused, not expecting his girlfriend's name to be so sour on his tongue. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Anyway, Pema cooked your favorite noodles. Well, Bolin said they were your favorite. I wouldn't know." He took a deep breath to try and settle the uncomfortable knot his stomach formed all of a sudden. So what if he didn't know her favorite noodles and Bolin did? So what if he didn't really know anything about her…

He glanced up at her again. The cuts and scratches that lined her face made him want to touch his own to make sure they were none on his face too. The fact that he knew he didn't have matching wounds (or any wounds at all) made him feel even guiltier.

His eyes traced a cut that started on her neck and disappeared behind her hair.

"I've never seen your hair down," he blurted. "I like it." On its own accord his hand reached up and placed a loose strand behind her ear.

"Bolin was here earlier… He likes to mess with it." His eyes, which were concentrating on her face, became unfocused as he remembered how his younger brother tangled his fingers in her hair a few hours earlier.

He chuckled humorlessly. "Is it bad that I wanted to snap his fingers off?" His words echoed in the deafening silence as it slowly sunk into his brain. His eyes widened and his ears burned from embarrassment as he realized the extent of his words. He kept waiting for the guilt to consume him and Asami's face to come to his mind, but as he sat in silence and the minutes ticked by, it never came. All he could register was Korra's broken body in front of him and her hand securely in his.

His mind swarmed with every memory he had of her. Since the moment he met her all those weeks ago to when they found her half unconscious atop of Naga the night before.

He closed his eyes and ran his free hand through his hair trying to take control of his wandering mind once again.

"You were right," he sighed. He opened his eyes and immediately looked down to their intertwined hands.

His voice dropped as he admitted defeat. "It's not only when I'm with her." He slowly brought her hand to his cheek to feel her soft skin.

"I think about you all the time."

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