[ He's relieved to feel her hands reach for him, and leans into the kiss, eyes closed at first, but he opens them when he deepens the kiss for just a moment, wanting to see her before their lips part. He has a very serious expression on when he pulls away, something tenuous and something tender too, but the softness in his gaze somewhat counteracts his scowl. Azula can read him better than anyone, after all, and he knows that.
He unwraps himself from her and comes round to the other side of the couch to join her, idly placing his hand gingerly on her head and letting it drift away as he walks off. He comes and takes his seat beside her, open form, legs spread, settling into a corner with his back straight against the couch. The impression given off by Zuko taking up so much space as he arrives compared to Azula hugging herself alone, would be ironic, if it didn't already speak to something deep and true in their body language. Zuko did have more comfort; and there's power in that. He doesn't value that enough.
He turns to her with that same complex expression, but doesn't say anything, just stays silent, cuz he's an awkward jerk. ]
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He unwraps himself from her and comes round to the other side of the couch to join her, idly placing his hand gingerly on her head and letting it drift away as he walks off. He comes and takes his seat beside her, open form, legs spread, settling into a corner with his back straight against the couch. The impression given off by Zuko taking up so much space as he arrives compared to Azula hugging herself alone, would be ironic, if it didn't already speak to something deep and true in their body language. Zuko did have more comfort; and there's power in that. He doesn't value that enough.
He turns to her with that same complex expression, but doesn't say anything, just stays silent, cuz he's an awkward jerk. ]