Despite mine and Mako's differences, I slept on their couch. We don't really have much differences now, that we've hugged, but still. I would've been perfectly fine hugging Tenzin, or Bolin, or even Toza! But I got stuck with Mako, and I kind of liked it.

But don't get any ideas! It was just the heat of the moment, I was sad, he was there, et cetera.

Right now I'm shifting and turning on this lump of a couch while trying to get some decent sleep. I'm most certainly not going to Air Temple Island for a while. I can't stand to see the others after what I've brought on them.

I've been twisting my body for over an hour and finally face the facts that I'm not going to get a good sleep tonight. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to see in this dark hole of a room. I got up and quietly walked over to the two beds that Mako and Bolin were sleeping on.

They were both sound asleep, perfect. I opened up the floor which unleashed the staircase that lead me downstairs. I flinched when the creaking turned into a crashing and hoped no one heard. I saw Mako's sheets move and I quickly left, leaving the stairs open.

It'd be better to keep them open and having them find me, than closing them up and waking the whole building.

I quickly and quietly snuck down to the training room, hoping that if I threw a few rocks I'd let off some steam. Once I was in, I walked over to the Rock-Circle-thingies and began pounding them against the net.

I was just about to throw another couple when the sound of feet stopped me. Without looking, I hurled the rocks toward the stalker, but the person ducked. I got a look at who it was; Mako. He somewhat laughed and stepped in.

"If you hate me that bad then why don't you just tell me?" He walked over to me and I chuckled too. "Couldn't sleep?" I nodded my head. "Me either."

"Did I wake you?" I wondered if the stairs were that noticeable.

"Well I'd already been awake the whole night, so no."

"Oh," I stated, "Okay well I didn't come here to chatter, I came here to blow off some steam. So if you want to practice with me, let 'er rip."

All of a sudden a giant fireball came speeding towards my face. I ducked, slid, and threw a rock at Mako's stomach.

"Oh I see how it is," I got into a fighting stance and so did he.

After various throwing rocks, fire, sweat, and spit, Mako insisted that this would be more fun with a radio. He ran off to get one and I rubbed my face with a towel. Man I'm so sweaty, I bet I look disgusting.

He came back, and after a half-an-hour of searching through channels to find a good station, we practiced. Let me tell you, nothing is better than almost dying by giant clumps of fire, defending yourself with little rocks, all while listening to hard core fight music.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Mako took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. I tried not to notice his rock hard abs, his sweaty chest, and his perplexed body shape. I decided making a funny comment about it would cover up the fact that I was drooling over him.

"Wow Mako, you've got some abs!" I joked. He laughed and complemented my amazing arm muscle. We got back to business.

Mako was just about to throw another flame when the song ended and a slow, love song began. His face tightened up in disgust and he leaned down to change the station.

"Wait," I stopped him, "I kind of like it."

Before I knew it, we were slow dancing, his hand on my waist, my hand on his shoulder, and both our other hands meeting at the end as we danced around the radio. I tried to ignore the fact that the sweat from his chest was making my clothes stick to him.

"I'm sorry," Mako broke the sweet silence.

"About what?"

"About Meelo."

"Oh," I rested my head on his shoulder.

"It wasn't your fault."

"Yes it wa-"

"No it wasn't, Korra," he interrupted me. "You didn't purposely kill him did you? You were just too late, we all were."

I didn't want to talk any more, but he kept going.

"Just please don't live the rest of your life thinking you killed him, because you didn't. The only one that killed Meelo was that wave; that huge wave, not anybody else."

I understood him, but I still wouldn't face the fact that I didn't kill Meelo.

We stopped dancing, unaware that the song ended a long time ago, and we'd been dancing to nothingness. Mako lifted my head and stared me right in the eyes. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He mustn't.

But he did. He put his hand under my chin and leaned in. We were so close I could feel him breathing on my cold lips. We were just about to make contact, our lips so-

"Wait," I pulled back, "I-I can't."

"Why not?"

"B-Because you're like a brother to me!"

"But I'm not your brother," he insisted. He had a good point. Mako pinned me against a wall so I couldn't leave if I tried. But I didn't want to leave, either. He again put his hand under my chin, we leaned in close, I closed my eyes...

And the rest is priceless.