A/N: I have not written fanfics for every prompts. For the days I haven't written, I've drawn, if you want to see those drawings go on my DeviantArt Page:

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It was around midnight, and Korra was only beginning to feel tired. Feeling restless, she'd been metalbending a small piece of meteorite Su Yin had given her. She made little star shapes, sometimes crushing the metal into a disk or a ball, thinking about her life lately. She had thought everything would quiet down, at least a little, after dealing with Amon's revolution and the whole ordeal with the spirits. But with Zaheer and the whole Red Lotus coming after her, things seemed more chaotic than ever.

Shaping the space-earth into a crude humanoid shape, Korra remembered seeing Bolin behind some statues when she had first learned metalbending. Not mentioning it at the time, Korra had noticed a crushed look in Bolin's eyes, mixed with pride. Even after she had convinced him to ask Su Yin to teach him, she could feel his apprehension about trying to learn metalbending.

I thought he'd have picked it up immediately, she thought to herself as she tried to refine the features on the human-like statuette. She remembered him trying, all day long, to even try to move it in the slightest. By the end of the day she could see that he felt like a failure. And the knowledge that Bolin felt this way made her heart hurt for him.

She kept picking at the metal sculpture in her hands, unconsciously detailing it as her mind idly recalled the day. Looking at the statue, her eyes did not really see it, her mind too occupied with her rambling thoughts.

They had rented two rooms at an inn. Korra and Asami were located on the second floor, while Bolin and Mako were somewhere on the ground floor. Asami was sleeping soundly, if rather heavily. Korra was surprised the girl slept as heavily as she did. Though, after what they'd been through with everything that happened to them, who could blame her?

Korra looked out the window at the moon, some clouds drifting lazily by and partially blocking the luminous orb from view

Hearing rustling below her window, she quickly stood and walked to the sill.

Suddenly, a face appeared out of nowhere scaring the daylights out of her. Korra found herself stumbling back in fright and falling back onto her bed, she clutched her chest, gasping for breath and attempting to control her rapidly beating heart.

Bolin, from outside, waved awkwardly at her with an embarrassed smile crossing his handsome features. Annoyed, Korra smirked back nonetheless and padded her way back to the window. He waited patiently for her to slide open the wooden window frame window. Korra glanced back at Asami, who was quietly snoring, unaware of anything happening around her.

Korra sighed and slowly opened the window, letting the cool night air brush against her skin, ruffling her hair slightly.

Bolin whispered a rushed apology for waking her.

"You didn't wake me," she replied, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes as she leaned her forearms against the wooden window sill to see Bolin, who hung upon the sill below her.

"Oh, uh, good," he mumbled with embarrassment.

Looking at each other, they settled into an awkward silence. Korra could see thoughts bumping and moving around behind his emerald eyes. The moonlight hit his skin, making it glow with an almost unearthly beauty. His hair was mussed, but still remained its trademark turtle-duck tail shape, the rebellious lock of hair that would never be tamed crossing his brow.

Finally, she broke the silence, since it seemed as if he wasn't going to, and asked him why he was there.

He bit his lower lip, something he had picked up from hanging around with herself and Asami, and she found herself thinking the habit was oddly adorable.

At her question, Bolin looked as if he would have rubbed the back of his neck, but his arms were reoccupied at the moment holding onto something below her sight that held his body up at the windowsill.

"Uh, well," he paused, "I needed to tell you something."

Korra smiled at him, the moonlight brightening her smile. "Well," she said, "it must be pretty important to interrupt your beauty sleep."

They both chuckled, mindful of the fact that it was past midnight. Bolin nodded quickly, making whatever he was holding onto shake slightly. Korra laughed quietly at him. Only Bo would climb up to a second floor window just because he "needed to tell her something". She sighed, slipping back into silence, albeit a comfortable one this time.

Finally, Bolin cleared his throat, as quietly as he could, and started to speak. "Uh, well, it's…" he struggled to find the right words. Talking to girls was usually easy for him, but Korra had always been different. "Do you think hink maybe you could... help me with something," he asked uncertaintly.

"Sure," she shrugged, giving him a lopsided grin, "what do you need"

If Bolin could have shuffled awkwardly, he would have, Korra was sure of it, but without his foothold he would have fallen to the ground in an ungainly heap. Korra only now noticed that he was also in his pyjamas, at least his top half was. He was only wearing a plain white tank top that was slightly too small.

Hasn't he bought any new clothes? I thought he'd replaced his old clothes with newer ones with the money from his movers... she thought to herself as she noticed his muscles moving underneath the fabric when he changed his grip, or moved his arm.

"I need to tell you something,' he said again this time more confidently.

She chuckled to herself. "Yeah, Bo, you've said that already."

He jumped slightly, making whatever he was holding onto rustle. "Oh, uh, yeah, I know!" He leaned in, his head poking through the opened window, and Korra sat down on the ground so they could be at the same level.

"I can't metalbend," he paused, but before he could say anything else, Korra interrupted him.

"I know Bo. It's not a big deal. You don't have to metalbend to be a great earthbenders" she said as she put her free hand upon his forearm in comfort.

"I know you know that. And, I know that," he said in a rush of words, "but... I thought maybe you could... You know, teach me?"

She blinked. "Well, the only person I've ever taught was Opal, and if Su Yin couldn't teach you..." she trailed offin embarrassment, realizing how her thoughtless words had sounded. "Maybe Su Yin just wasn't the right kind of teacher for you," she supplied hastily.

Bolin looked down, disappointment written upon his handsome features. "Don't say that... Su's a master metalbender! I means if she couldn't teach me metalbending, then maybe I'm just not cut out for it, you know? I know I asked you already, but just forget it. I wouldn't want to waste your time," he said dejectedly. "Well, I'm-" Korra put a finger across his lips to stop his rambling. He looked up at her in surprise; sapphires meeting emeralds in the soft glow of moonlight.

"Bo, you're only wasting time by not trying," she whispered coaxingly. "I'd love to help you, however I can."

They remained in silence for a moment, looking at each other, when Korra noticed she hadn't taken her finger off of Bolin's lips. She pulled back her hand and started fiddling with the metal statuette she still held in her other hand.

"Thanks," Bolin whispered quietly, looking down.

Some of his hair shielded his face from her view, so she tilted his head back by placing a finger beneath his chin. His gaze met hers and she noticed in the brightness of his eyes caused by the sheen of tears that filled them.

"Why're you crying," she asked, thumbing away the tears that trembled upon his eyelashes before streaking down his cheeks. Laying a hand upon his cheek, he grabbed her wrist softly with his left hand, the one that had been on the window sill.

"Because you believe in me," he answered, trying hard not to cry again. He gave her a lopsided grin, and his words somehow seemed more poignant than in their previous conversation.

Dropping the statue to the ground, she moved her hand to the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his soft hair. She felt his hand move to her face, his calloused thumb brushing away a tear that had streaked unknowingly down her own cheek.

"Why wouldn't I believe in you, Bo?" She tried to smile, but found that she couldn't seem to complete that seemingly easy task, her throat tightening with building emotion. How could anyone make Bo feel like people didn't believe in him? It made no sense to her. Bolin was the glue that held people together; always cracking jokes and making people laugh. Even though he seemed to have an endless supply of optimism, Korra forgot that usually the people with the brightest smiles could also be the saddest and most insecure.

She felt him pulling her close, resting his forehead against her own. She closed her eyes, and she felt him do the same; each of them holding onto the other, crying silently in the night.

"Don't worry about me, Korra, I'm okay. I'm just… It was a hard day," he said trying to pull away and put a smile upon his face, but was unable to control his emotions enough to do so.

"I do worry, I can't help it," her voice cracked with emotions, "I keep forgetting that you can also have bad days and that you can also hurt. You're always so upbeat and ready to make people feel better, that I forget you're not immune to your own sadness and hardships," she told him softly.

The stayed that way for a while; she trying to comfort him while he tried to get her to forget his pain and make her smile. Bolin was the jockester, the comic relief, he was supposed to make people smile and laugh in their darkest times; he was not supposed to be the bringer of sadness and despair. People looked to him for comfort and now that he couldn't provide this for his best friend, he felt helpless, and gave into the insecure unhappiness that was, at this moment, plaguing his heart.

After a while, Korra wasn't sure how long, their mutual misery abated. Bolin had been retelling old jokes and anecdotes that she knew like the back of her own hand. She couldn't help but smile and laugh silently though, and the warmth that rushed through her was more comforting than it ever had been before.

"You were always there for me, Bo. Let me be there for you now," she whispered into the silence that had fallen between them.

"Okay."

She backed up a little, separating their foreheads. She playfullyruffled his hair a little, to which he cringed good naturedly.

"See you at practise," she whispered and kissed him gently on the forehead.

They both blushed, and Korra had to admit, that she'd never seen that particular shade of red anywhere else but on Bolin's face. It made her smile to think she could do that; create such a nice colour upon him. He mumbled something about sleep and started to climb down the wall.

There was some rustling that turned into quick snapping and breaking. She peered over the windowsill just in time to see Bolin hitting the ground, pulling some sort of vine from the wall with him.

She kept herself from crying out in worry and whispered as loudly as she dared. "You okay?"

He nodded, standing up and rubbing his back end in embarrassment. He threw the part of the vine he had been holding on to the ground. "Stupid grapevine," he muttered before waving at Korra and walking back to his room.

Finally feeling the cold from the night, Korra closed the window. She stretched tiredly, before bending down to pick up the small sculpture she had made. She sauntered to her bed, enveloping herself in the thick blankets. She looked back at the statuette, noticing that it now bore a striking resemblance to Bolin.