"Don't exaggerate," Naruto tells her with seriousness that is only a little self-mocking. "There is no possible way that spending any amount of time with you will ever feel like hell. I've been there before. Figuratively speaking. If you make me go get you barbequed pork or weird tea or something at four in the morning, that is just going to make me love you more," he declared.

He grabbed for her hand, holding it where it was, pressed against the center of his chest where her fingers brushed over his collar.

"I was starting to worry that I'd never have any of this." He'd been starting to worry he was really going to die, to be honest, especially with the weird cold dread he'd felt when Shikamaru had arrived. They hadn't discussed it after that, and Naruto saw no reason to -- and had no great desire -- but he still allows himself, now, to be comforted by Korra's presence, and awed. Awkwardly but earnestly. She was going to have their baby.