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“What’re you doing?”
Sokka freezes as Zuko's voice cuts through darkness.
“...sneaking?”
Zuko illuminates the room with flames on his fingertips.
“You're doing a terrible job,” he points out, looking at the bags Sokka had tripped over. “Why're you awake anyway?”
“Couldn't sleep.”
“Well…” Zuko looks like he's struggling to find encouraging words. “Come back and try again?”
Sokka appreciates the attempt, even if comforting presence is not exactly Zuko's default mode.
He returns, pushing his blankets closer towards Zuko. His brain still feels like it's running at top speed, but Zuko's radiating warmth is soothing.
It's enough for now.