Korra walked in on Mako pacing restlessly across the room, muttering to himself, and tugging at his hair so much that the back was standing straight up.
"Hey," she greeted him and walked over to smooth his hair down. "Something wrong?"
His eyes widened at the sight of her and he immediately began to ramble.
"I know it's Valentine's Day and I meant to get you something really special but then I couldn't find anything good enough or something I could afford and now it's here and I don't have anything for you and I'm a terrible boyfriend and I don't know - "
She clamped her hand over his mouth and sternly said, "Stop it. Right there, stop it. You know I don't care about that stuff."
He mumbled against her hand, which she removed and rested on his cheek. "I care. You deserve it."
She rolled her eyes. "Doesn't matter. Don't want it."
"You're honestly going to tell me you don't want anything from your boyfriend on the day specifically set aside for gift giving boyfriends?"
"Yes," she smirked at him, knowing she was driving him nuts. He loved spoiling her when he could - which was rare - but she always made it so difficult.
He groaned in frustration and started pacing again. She laughed and pulled him back to her by his wrist. "Look, just kiss me and tell me you love me and I'm happy."
His tense expression softened. "I love you."
"Good boy. Now kiss." She puckered her lips playfully.
He laughed and obeyed, thoroughly.
Maybe his Valentine's Day wasn't a disaster after all.