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[ The way he speaks and grasps at her is astounding, considering she'd not deserved any of this, again angry at her response like he didn't just blow up at her for nothing. He should have kept himself away, she'd have been better off alone in their apartment being angry about the Avatar instead of having to deal with Zuko's ridiculousness. He's looming in the darkness and he's not sure what he wants from her, so she shifts in the bed again, turning her back to him. ]

[rediscovering]

[ He frowns deeply at the sight of her turning away, staring at her back a second longer, but he turns away when he feels his good eye welling up. This whole situation feels fucked. He snatches his duffle bag he'd packed off the ground, grabs a couple more things as an afterthought, including his toothbrush from the bathroom. He lingers at the bedroom door with his hand on the knob, looking to her as if he might find some softer words to fix all this floating in the darkness between them, but... he doesn't. Which stings afresh. With a deep exhale, he slings his bag over his shoulder and steps out, the beam of light that shines in quickly cut off despite how softly he closes the door, a quiet click as the darkness of the room returns marking Azula's solitude.

Zuko's dragon has been frantically pacing the living room this whole time, sensing something's wrong behind closed doors, and taps its little feet frenetically at the sight of him, but Zuko doesn't respond with the soft affection he usually does. He just roughly picks the creature up with one hand, slings Zunyan over his shoulder too, who clambers and clings to grab a hold on his shirt, and makes his dramatic exit with a loud slam of the front door. He leaves the living room as it is, just as he'd found it in disarray, but now with all the lights carelessly left on to illuminate the mess. ]