[ His expression goes from curious to surprised when the curtain is pulled away, falling into the hug, arms still crossed as they had been before Naruto had ended the shower. Naruto is warm underneath the cooling water, and damp, skin sticking to Bolin's, who's wearing his training clothes, and there's a pull on that skin when Naruto draws back.

Bolin remains still, for the most, shifting back onto his heels to keep his balance, curious look returning with a small smile. ]

It's okay. [ He hadn't really expected an apology. ] I didn't say any of that because I was worried or mad that you made me worry—I mean. I was. Worried.

[ His posture shifts, gaze moving up toward the ceiling as he scratches his chin, trying to articulate exactly what he'd meant. ]

What I'm trying to say is: what got me wasn't the fact that you got cut in half, but the way you think about it. It doesn't seem right.