A/N: After turning into a complete Tahorra freak, I decided I should try writing some. And because of my inability to write anything even remotely romantic, this is what happened. If you even consider this Tahorra.

Blah, blah, blah, Korra comforts Tahno (And we've never seen that before, have we?/sarcasm)

Tahno didn't like thinking of that day.

But every time he let his mind wander, or closed his eyes, that was all he could think of. It was a blur, with images of probending and beating a certain Avatar, and then a mask covering two menacing red eyes.

He felt himself shake visibly, and could not will himself to stop. His vision clouded, eyes glistening with tears, so he shut them tight.

"Tahno." Her voice, soft but confident, broke through his thoughts.

He didn't open his eyes. "What do you want, Uh-vatar?" All the cockiness and force was gone from his voice, leaving it weak and pathetic.

She ignored his mispronunciation, and he felt her sit down next to him.

He was at the docks, where he spent most of his time these days. Right at the edge, over the clear blue ocean, pushing and pulling beneath him. He used to feel connected to the crashing waves, but now there was nothing. So close to the water, and yet so far.

"You know, Tenzin told me that the first step to overcoming your fears is to admit them."

Tahno clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his skin. "I'm not afraid. Why should I listen to that bullsh-" He cut off suddenly when he felt Korra take his closed fist by the wrist. Her touch was smooth, which was the opposite of her personality.

She shook it gently, as if wanting him to loosen up. When that didn't work, she held his fist in two hands, staring at the pale skin beneath her fingers. "I almost got my bending taken away," she murmured.

Tahno looked down at the glistening water. "Don't-"

She spoke over him. "That was the scariest moment of my life. I didn't even want to consider living without my bending. I'd be nothing without it."

Something sparked in Tahno. "If this is your way of cheering me up, it's not working," he snapped, sounding a bit like his old self. Maybe that's her plan, he thought.

Korra laughed lightly at his words. "Cool it, Pretty Boy."

Her laugh wasn't the petty giggle that he usually received from girls. It was genuine and bold, much like Korra herself. It was nice.

"Anyway," Tahno continued with his false bravado. "Why are you here? To sympathize with poor Tahno? I don't need your pity."

Korra looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling. "I'm not here to pity you. I'm here to help," she stated simply.

"Well, you're not, so you might as well leave."

He watched as Korra's smile faltered, and he regretted his words instantly.

Say something, fool! he thought. He had a plethora of pickup lines he could use, and on any other girl, it would elicit a smile.

But Korra was not any other girl, and he was utterly confused by her. She was like the weather, bold and fiery one minute, calm and gentle the next.

"You know," Tahno finally said, "I wasn't born in Republic City. And I'm not from the Southern Water Tribe, like you."

He could've slapped himself at his random statement, but Korra stared at him interestedly. "Where are you from, then?"

Without warning, Tahno found himself spilling his life story to her. His early beginnings in the Northern Water Tribe, his parents, how he was bullied in school, how he learned waterbending to get revenge, and how he never got over his parents' deaths and escaped to the city because of that.

He told her every single one of his fears, except the most recent (Amon, the back of his mind whispered, but he ignored those thoughts for once).

Somewhere in between his tale, he had entwined his fingers with hers, and held her hand tightly as he talked.

After a while, he stopped talking, and stared at Korra, who was still looking at their hands. She was pretty, no doubt, but in a subtle way. She looked strong and muscular from afar, and was unquestionably stronger than most, but her strength was almost a fa├žade. She looked especially fragile now, her eyes wide and radiant.

She was an enigma, he concluded. She acted like she didn't care for anyone or anything, but had just helped him keep his mind off of what scared him most.

He decided to help her.

"Enough about me," he said, straining to keep his tone light. "What about you?"

"Me?" she chuckled. "What's there to talk about?"

"What? The ever-illustrious Uh-vatar doesn't have an amazing life story to tell?"

She laughed again, and Tahno felt something leap inside of him. "Not really. Anyway, I have to get going. Avatar training and all that."

"Korra," he said, unaware to the fact that he'd never called her that before.

She looked up at him, and he tried a smile. "Thank you."

She blinked, and then got up, pulling him up to. "Um... no problem."

He let go of her hand, ignoring the strange feeling in his stomach.

"Same time tomorrow?" she joked.

"Count on it," he said in all seriousness.

She nodded, and left.

Feeling oddly content, Tahno sat down, letting his feet trail in the water below.

It was the first time he hadn't lingered over that day.

So... review?