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headaching · 3 years
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it's been like 4 hours and I'm only just seeing this, so zero pressure! but if you're still interested in the 100 ways to say I love you...... either 6 or 89 mayhaps?
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89. “We can look out for each other."
RORY MY BELOVED 🥰 i hope you like this 🤲
The day they packed up their freshman dorm, Sokka and Zuko sat cross-legged next to each other on Sokka’s sheet-stripped mattress, their knees overlapping. After hardly speaking all morning, Zuko asked him, “How do you feel when you’re away?”
“Away from here?” Sokka clarified, and Zuko nodded.
“Do you ever get lonely?” Zuko bit his lip as he gauged Sokka’s response.
“Sometimes,” Sokka replied, and tried to pick his next words with sensitivity. “I mean, there’s Katara, but she mostly does her own thing.” Sokka chose not to mention his dad. “But yeah, I spend a lot of time alone during breaks, and it kinda makes the days run together, you know?”
Zuko took in a deep inhalation and tilted his head thoughtfully, then said, “For me, it’s the opposite. I spend so much time alone that a day can feel like a week.” Zuko’s voice was quiet, his eyes melancholy. Sokka’s urge to comfort Zuko won over his fear of touching him.
Slowly, Sokka reached for Zuko’s hand, and Zuko flipped his palm upward so Sokka’s could fit easily in his. Their fingers intertwined, and Sokka caressed the back of Zuko’s hand with his thumb. “That was before you had me,” Sokka replied, and Zuko’s eyes finally peered into his.
“You won’t be there,” Zuko noted with an air of skepticism. With his unoccupied hand, Sokka grabbed his cellphone and held it up.
“You haven’t heard? There’s this newfangled invention called a phone—”
“I get it,” Zuko cut him off wearing a smile that didn’t last. He squeezed Sokka’s hand so lightly, Sokka wasn’t sure if he imagined it. “Would you really do that for me?” It was vulnerable and unsure, and Sokka yearned to tell Zuko he would do anything for him.
Instead he went with, “Who says it’s for you? If I don’t have someone to talk to I’ll spontaneously combust.” Sokka grinned when it earned a genuine laugh from Zuko.
Barely contained, Zuko asked, “Is that, like, a medical condition?”
“Oh, yeah,” Sokka replied, feigning graveness, “and it’s terminal, obviously.”
When their laughter fizzled out, Zuko stared longingly at their still-interlaced fingers. “I’m gonna miss you,” Zuko said above a whisper, then traced his unoccupied index finger along the tendons of Sokka’s hand.
Despite the protest of rising color in his cheeks, Sokka’s free hand tilted Zuko’s face upward. To golden eyes, Sokka said, “I’m gonna miss you, too.” Sokka's fingers paused along Zuko’s jaw before retreating to his side. Zuko allowed his lips a brief smile, then his eyes were gone again, this time staring at his lap. From where Sokka was sitting, they looked closed.
“How often can we talk?” Zuko asked bashfully, and Sokka pursed his lips, stifling a grin.
“Every day, if you want,” Sokka said, and his heart beat quicker at the thought.
“Are you sure?”
“Zuko,” Sokka asserted gently, causing their eyes to meet again. “Yes. I want to talk to you every day.” Sokka was careful not to sound irritated or teasing, but affirming and safe, what Zuko needed. “We can look out for each other.”Another gentle grip of Sokka’s fingers around Zuko’s, and Zuko was squeezing back.
“Okay,” he agreed, and Sokka noticed a little tension melt away from his shoulders.
“Okay,” Sokka repeated, and an ecstatic smile dared to spread across his face. He hid it as soon as he could, but he knew Zuko saw it, because he smiling back. “You can call me tomorrow, after you’re settled?” Sokka prompted, and Zuko’s nod was enthusiastic.
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
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