[ Probably something about responsibilities. Bolin's more interested in his own ideas though, throwing an arm around the man at his side to rock them both from side to side carefully. ]
What if I rock you to sleep?
[ He remembers that too, from when he was young, the steady presence of his mother, who'd coddled him as a child despite Mako's shows of jealousy; her arms around him with a slow back and forth, even as he'd grown older and heavier. She'd never relented, unending in her care for him. He wants to have that kind of care and kindness; tucks his cheek against the side of Adra's head. ]
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[ Probably something about responsibilities. Bolin's more interested in his own ideas though, throwing an arm around the man at his side to rock them both from side to side carefully. ]
What if I rock you to sleep?
[ He remembers that too, from when he was young, the steady presence of his mother, who'd coddled him as a child despite Mako's shows of jealousy; her arms around him with a slow back and forth, even as he'd grown older and heavier. She'd never relented, unending in her care for him. He wants to have that kind of care and kindness; tucks his cheek against the side of Adra's head. ]