/It’s a hangout./ He agree’d to the terms of being taken out once and awhile, even he needed to unload and relax. / Call me anytime when you are free yourself. I’d believe I’ll at least have time to escape and spend time with you. Even go out to eat again./ He liked that idea a lot, because who knew when the next time he’d be able to get out like this and actually relax, even eat something hearty. /You’ve already done a good job keeping my mind off work anyways./
/Forgiven./ Were the only words that came from Bolin’s apology, thinking nothing of it again. The young man seemed a little tense when his hand brushed against his again, but he merely assumed it to be of surprise or just nervous from having just lightly scolded him on the name. He laughed with Bolin, not sure why he was laughing, but it kinda did just feel funny. Sorta?
Iroh wasn’t nearly as fast in eating like Bolin, he took his time and ate cautiously to make sure that the soup wouldn’t spill on his suit. Cleaning the thing was always such a huge hassle and inconvenience, especially when he just got it fixed from the battle with Amon. /By all means, be yourself. We aren’t in the palace or anything…and trust me..Commander Bumi’s manners are far worse then what you just did there../ Truth enough, he actually has done worse and by that it was him getting drunk and dancing all over the table at a royal dinner. Oh, the face his mother made…Oh, that. Face. /Your manners are just fine. I like that we are different..I might be a little too proper..honestly. / He sighed with a small smile and shrugged his shoulder.
Smiles even more to hear the story of Bolin and pro-bending, this was the type of conversation where he liked to see the young man smiling and excited to speak about something he was so fondly about. /I would have thought you and your brother would make it to the top, you’ve both worked very hard to reached it. Bolin you’ve always had purpose..least I believe that so./ Rubs the hand gently with his again, having moved it over to touch Bolin’s again. /I’d love to see your battle with the Wolf-Bats. Who knows..if you are in ever need of a firebender, I wouldn’t mind joining, even getting a few points from a Pro Bender such as yourself./
Bolin smiled fondly at the thought of seeing the General again. He felt at ease when he was with him and looked forward to getting to know the firebender a lot more. ”You’re welcome” he took a swig of noodles and finished chewing before he spoke. “I’ll have to come up with better ways to spend our time then, there’s so much stuff I could show you really.”
The Earthbender laughed hard at the image of Commander Bumi’s antics. ”Wow he’s quite something isn’t he? Isn’t he your dad?” He smiled at Iroh as he realized how nice it must have been to have Bumi as a father. Not that he could complained…Mako had been a great father figure to him and he was very grateful for it. But he still did miss his father and wished he had gotten to know him a lot more.
He smiled widely at the thought of teaching a General from the Armada something. He rose a little as he leaned excitedly closer to Iroh with wide eyes and huge smile. ”Uh huh I can! Maybe we can go sparring sometime! Mako use to be my sparring partner but he hasn’t been wanting to lately…because…well” his face fell a little but he tried to conceal it “well you know Korra and him are dating and they’re all lovey dovey at the moment heh.” He glanced at the hand caressing his and the heat rose to his cheeks but he stayed in place regardless. It felt…nice. He really didn’t want to read too much into the touches but it did seem suspicious that the General was so touchy when he had said earlier that it had been a while since he had that kind of physical contact.
Nevertheless Bolin welcomed it, turning his hand…transfixed by the other’s fingers and the moves around his hand. They were so slender and soft, such a contrast to his hands. Though he could tell that at least they shared the blisters in common, iroh’s from firebending and Bolin’s from earthbending. It was hard to take his green eyes away from the movements the other was doing with his fingers.