He feels Asami's green eyes burrowing holes into his back as he hold Korra's hand they're angry, sad, jealous. And she has every right to be, he knows this. He knows this is the beginning to the end of their relationship.
The second he had seen Korra, his heart had surged with indescribable relief and he had made a beeline for her. He had cast everyone else aside in favour of the Avatar, for ensuring her safety, for reassuring himself that she was actually there, blue eyes sunken and tired and dusky skin torn in multiple areas, but still there. That she wasn't just a figment of his desperate imagination, that he had actually heard Naga bark and that he wasn't asleep on Oogi's saddle with his mind trying to fill in her absence for his heavy heart. Her weight in his arms had been almost enough to send him over the e
Korra thought for a moment. She wanted Mako, but was she happy with him? All the arguments and tense silences flooded her mind. She couldn't remember a time when they had fun together.
She took Bolin's hand and entwined her fingers in his.
"You make me happy, Bo."