[ What does he know how to do better, than "whatever he wants?" His eyes lock on hers, searching for some shred of affection he knows deep down he's already torn up haphazardly. Gokudera'd warned him not to come here and just unload his confused, conflicted feelings on Azula, to consider what exactly it is he wants from her, to recognize she's innocent in this exact moment and if Zuko so truly believes in redemption and second chances and the power of change then that this is the time to offer those to her... But even in trying to heed such wise warnings, Zuko can't quite seem to keep his temper. His face looks stricken, then slowly morphs into heartbroken indignation. He drags both his hands down the length of her thighs unnecessarily with some pressure, landing at her kneecaps again as he steadies himself to stand once more, scowling as he does. ]
Fine. I'll be back in a few days.
[ That vague venom is back in his voice again. He hates the sound of it. He can feel a heat growing in his face, a pressure behind his eyes, that lump in his throat threatening what semblance of composure he's managed. He rises to his feet, standing taller than he had when he'd come in, throwing his glare away from her without moving right away. Just stands there before her by the bedside, looking away into the darkness. ]
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Fine. I'll be back in a few days.
[ That vague venom is back in his voice again. He hates the sound of it. He can feel a heat growing in his face, a pressure behind his eyes, that lump in his throat threatening what semblance of composure he's managed. He rises to his feet, standing taller than he had when he'd come in, throwing his glare away from her without moving right away. Just stands there before her by the bedside, looking away into the darkness. ]