Summary: Korra has a conversation with Mako and Bolin's grandmother.

A/N: cause she's cute as a button.

Mako and Bolin's family were totally overwhelming, much to Korra's pleasure. Watching the boys interact with their own blood made Korra's emotions bubble warmly. She was ecstatic to meet half of their origins, and to know how they're truly not alone anymore.

Suddenly, she feels a soft grip on her hand. Korra turns, and sees Mako's cute-as-a-button grandmother tugging on her. "Come," she ushered softly. "I would like to show you something."

Korra smiled and followed the way, away from the bustling party. She followed her down the thin hallway, through a rickety door, and onto a hard couch. The frail woman pulls out a box filled with many sheets of paper.

"This is a box I held of everything I heard of Mako and Bolin. It's mostly their probending career and Bolin's movers. The first thing I put here, though, was a letter from their parents," the woman explained shifting through the papers delicately.

"That's so amazing," Korra mused. "They had support when they didn't even know it."

His grandmother laughed, and it rang through the room. "Of course! They were my long lost grandsons."

She separated two pieces of paper and put the box away. "I got this letter from my son years ago. It had this picture, and I just wanted to show you."

Before Korra knew it, she was looking at a child-Mako. He looked the same, but his features were softer. Not with age, but with inexperience. The hard life hadn't haunted his eyes yet. She was in love with the life that filled his features, the life that's barely there anymore.

"Wow, they were adorable. His mother was beautiful," Korra whispered, now studying each family member individually.

Their grandmother nodded. "I know. I wish I could meet her. I'm glad I get to meet you, though," she added, patting Korra's knee.

Korra chuckled. "What do you mean?"

"Dear," she chided. "I know about you and Mako. I can see how in love with you he is. I can see how in love with him you are."

Korra froze, the paper becoming heavy in her grasp. Her mouth became dry, and her eyes began to water. "We… We're not together anymore."

A frail hand was waved through the air, and Korra heard the old woman tisk. "Their grandfather and I had a relationship just like that. We made out just fine."

Korra bit her lip, unable to process. "I'm sorry… I don't want to ruin what you're thinking, but we're definitely over."

More tsking filled the room. "Korra," she said with edge. "You and Mako are meant for each other. Maybe not now, but I know for a fact that I will be receiving a picture like the very one you're holding in your hand in a few years. I won't die until I see it."

Korra laughed, a tear escaping her eye. "Maybe you're right."