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[rediscovering]

Yeah... I want to talk...

[ She could deduce that much, surely, Zuko; so talk. Yet, somehow, now that he's here here with her, all the one-sided rehearsals of this conversation he'd had with his dragon while he cleaned home alone for hours before the moment to talk finally came, seem suddenly not all that useful. He'd just worked himself up. Now he finds himself sitting awkwardly on a toilet with his hands on his knees surrounded overwhelmingly by his own efforts and words aren't coming to him as easily as he'd imagined they would when the time came. He'd had no problem holding his tongue when he'd confronted Azula about their mom, their future, and he's determined to be a better listener this time around; the irony that he's trying to apply this warped wisdom to how he acts when he's apologizing is lost on him still, though. ]

...How have you been?

[ It's a simple enough question in his words, but something in his tone, the heavy weight of his voice asking it, the furrow of his brow and the way he glances at her, speaks to something far less simple. ]

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[ The princess shrugs her shoulders in response, never eager to discuss feelings-- this is definitely what this was leading to, wasn't it? Azula sinks as deep as she can into the water, if any this was motivation to get them a better place with a bigger tub, so she can drown herself when she feels like the conversation is headed in a direction she doesn't want.

He's giving her such a look she know that his question won't be satisfied by such a simple gesture, so she lets out a heavy sigh instead. Fine, Zuko, you can have what you want. ]

I've been fine. I'm not the one with the problem.

[ Happy, now? Though admittedly, it had hurt how he'd been with her, talked to her, so much so that it was overwhelming what he was doing now. She didn't like this game, awkwardly flitting about each other with all their trust issues spilled out before them, uncertain to move closer or back from one another even when they both knew all they wanted was their strange love to be acknowledged and accepted without all the fuss. It never could be easy between them, a blessing and a curse, really, each of them a short fuse that could be lit by what seems like literally anything in any moment. ]

That's what this is about, right? Your problem?