Katara faced Jet after months of seeing him. "You're not dead?" She asked simply, it was almost a statement.
He shook his head keeping his eyes on her. He knew she had a thing for attacking him. Taking a cautious step forward he placed his weapons on the ground.
She watched him closely and he flinched when he heard the pop of the cork on her water pouch. He looked up at her. "I'm not here to fight; I'm here to ask forgiveness. I'm a changed man Katara."
"I don't believe you jet, you aren't one to change."
"I have, you need to believe me."
"You never changed, even when you went to Lake Laogai."
Jet proceeded towards her slowly until he was right in front of her. To Katara everything seemed to be in slow motion as they watched each other. He could tell she was breathing fast and smiled. Her cheeks caught a pink tint.
Katara jumped when she felt his hand brush hers as he put the cork back on the water pouch. Gently he brushed her cheek with his thumb. "We could have been great together. You and me." He tilted her head back and kissed her lips tenderly.
