Bolin's voice was so comforting. It was so soft, yet strong and steady, much unlike the wheezing mess that Mako was currently presenting.
Still feeling upset from his rejection, Mako lashed out, "You idiot! We're not even really brothers!"
It was true. Bolin and Mako's parents had both died around the same time in a similar incident, and the two decided to stick together. Mako couldn't stand to see young Bolin out and alone on the streets. Even though he was only two years older, he still felt responsible for the safety of Bolin.
Bolin firmly wrapped his arms around Mako. "But that doesn't mean I don't love you." Bolin stayed steady and strong for Mako, because he knew he needed it.
Mako broke down into frantic sobbing once more and gasped, "But I don't need your platonic love! I've just lost both of the most important women in my life!"
Bolin hesitated for a moment. His grip and his voice wavered as he whispered into Mako's ear, "But I love you as so much more than just a brother."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Mako shouted out in anguish, not fully understanding what his "brother" was about to confess.
"Mako…" Had Mako been able to see he would have seen Bolin's cheeks blush bright red, a red brighter than his trusty scarf, brighter than even his most intense firebending. Mako could feel the moist warmth of Bolin's breath against his own frigid ear as he whispered, "I'm in love with you."