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[rediscovering]

[ 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. ]

[unstable]

[ 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. ]