#staring longingly at my 20k+ word google doc like hi babygirl…

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“Sokka, he can’t…” Zuko sighed bitterly. “Ozai still can’t find out about us.”

“Okay,” Sokka replied casually, but Zuko’s gaze was intent.

“I mean it,” he reiterated seriously, and Sokka nodded, trying to match Zuko’s sober expression. “He could have us both killed. He could do it himself.”

Sokka imagined Ozai coming after them, and though he knew Zuko was right, he wasn’t scared of him somehow. “I understand,” Sokka promised, and when his hand lifted to brush the hair out of his own eyes, he purposefully grazed Zuko’s hip, earning an airy laugh. “I can be discreet.”

Zuko looked over his shoulders and found no one around, so he snaked an arm around Sokka’s waist and smiled smugly. Sokka huffed a laugh of disbelief. “Oh, I see,” he said knowingly. “You’re the one who can’t be discreet.”

Zuko shrugged, and Sokka had to admit, the confident, playful attitude looked good on him. Zuko’s eyes widened suddenly and he gasped, then his opposite hand pushed Sokka against the nearby wall. Sokka’s breath hitched in his throat. All he could do was watch.