[ As Bolin falls, so too does Adra. He grabs for the armrest, and manages to steady himself enough not to tumble right to the floor. His eyes widen in horror as the full weight of the last few moments bears down on him--as he sees it bearing down on Bolin. His grip tightens on the armrest. ]
Bolin, it's --
[ What is it? He swallows hard. His voice is halting. ]
I know you didn't mean anything by it.
[ Because how could he? Because no one ever does. ]
no subject
Bolin, it's --
[ What is it? He swallows hard. His voice is halting. ]
I know you didn't mean anything by it.
[ Because how could he? Because no one ever does. ]